I'm 45, but when I'm with my dad I'm back to being a kid. In a good way. I like it. It's like I don't have to worry about a thing. My dad's here and he will take care of it. He also buys the stuff. When he found out that I did not have ice cream in the house we had to stop and get some. Then I was quizzed on what kind of milk I have in the house, did I have pecans? Maple syrup? I told him 2% and yes and yes. The maple syrup is when the volunteer at the library ( She's also a friend ) gave my a pint of maple syrup. From her own trees. So that made him happy.
Dad said that he would be happy with a big mac for dinner. I nixed that right away. Don't get me wrong, I like a big mac every once in a while but not tonight. I had chicken marinating in some honey/mustard and I had salad makings. We got home and I got the chicken in the oven and then dad and I took Abby to the doggie hotel.
After dinner dad and I have just been sitting around and dad has been telling me stories about his side of the family. My dad was a city kid and his cousins were country kids. Dad would go to farm in the summer and work and his cousins would do things to try and shock them. Like walk barefoot in fresh warm cow patties or one cousin would put her big toe in her pudding and then eat it.
It is nice to hear stories about family. Even if I don't know them, it gives me a look into my dad when he was a little boy.
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