My dad is a typical dad, I guess. He fought in Vietnam, is a little stand off-ish and likes to tell me his opinion on everything in my life, in rather large words. He's got a hell of a vocabulary. He's put on a bit of weight "on the back nine", as I like to call his senior years but it doesn't seem to bother him overly much. Retired from a car factory, he now runs his very own sawmill in the itsy-bitsy-teeny-tiny wide spot in the road he calls home; middle (of nowhere) Tennessee.
He likes to tell me about the weather at his house in Tennessee, the weather at my old house in Florida and the weather at my grandfather's house in Pennsylvania. Last week he told me that he would be a naturist except his friends Roy and Crystal lives too close and might see him. Sorry Internet, I can't be the only one with that image in my head. His computer is his closest friend besides his wife and he has rebuilt a new one every few years.
I think I look exactly like my dad. My mom thinks I look like my dad too, but she loves me anyway and has gotten over it. Dad thinks The Tyrant looks like me too, which is funny to everyone else. I got one of those 4D scans when I was about 6 months pregnant with The Tyrant and you can clearly tell that I was the carrier for the clone. This child was then and is now, without a doubt, a smaller version of my husband. Eyes, mouth, cheeks, chin and especially (Thank God!) the nose. At almost 2 years old, he has straight blond hair like The Big O did at that age, although a little darker, but still; it's not the curly brown that I have. My genes saw his and caved in defeat. His temperament is that same too. Low key, laid back and almost calm for a two year old. See? Totally not my kid! My only hope is that the math aptitude comes from his father too.
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