My father is under the impression that he is always right. The difficult thing about it is that he is often correct in that assumption. It makes dealing with the times that he is wrong all the more difficult.
Nor mine. Got a family full of martial artists. We greet each other with wrist locks.
BTW, um, Johnny’s mom’s taking on a frightening resemblance to my husband’s former thesis advisor. Except her hair isn’t white. Yet. But I read her dialog and hear her voice in my head…complete with a Serbian accent. FML.
I’ve never even heard of any legislation or laws that got passed that spelled out the standards of a hit to the head!
You never met my father.
Nor mine. Got a family full of martial artists. We greet each other with wrist locks.
BTW, um, Johnny’s mom’s taking on a frightening resemblance to my husband’s former thesis advisor. Except her hair isn’t white. Yet. But I read her dialog and hear her voice in my head…complete with a Serbian accent. FML.
It’s easier to find a dad who DOESN’T think he’s always right.
Shorter list maybe. Not sure about easier.
If he doesn’t wake up in a hospital, the hit isn’t going to be up to his standards.
Whenever I meet someone like that and get to prove them wrong, I take it as an opportunity to sing Dr. Cox’s “WRONG!” song.