Today, my father came in to tell me to put away dinner. He then points just above my head, saying "That one looks cool, when did you make it?"
I reply with "I made it a long time ago, and I've been revamping it ever since."
"That's cool" he says.
Cue awkward silence.
"Alright, just... Put dinner away and get to sleep." he says.
He then closes the door quick as he can and runs off. I'm almost certain he made a mental note NEVER to try and relate to me in ANY way EVER again. EVER. Permalink