Jan 5, 2010

I made my dad cry

My dad's wife was present tonite when I told him that I wish he'd take better care of his health because, even though his five offspring generally don't demonstrate a high level of respect for their dear old dad, he is still the head -  and the glue - of our shattered little island of a family.  Dad tried to change the subject at least three times before his wife told him to shut up and listen.  Once he quit blabbing about things not-exactly-related to what I was trying to tell him, he just looked at the kitchen floor and teared up.  Guess I got my crybaby gene from Dad.  This is my favorite holiday candy, by the way.  I never see it in New York.

1 comment:

  1. oh...frankie...i love this post! I have become a cry baby too.