So I’m speaking to my wife, and the subject of her father comes up. It’s a little touchy, understandably, so I’m gently joking a bit.
I mentioned that I re-read Thanks for All the Squirrels yesterday, and I made myself cry a little. (Ok, I did have to wipe a few tears, to be perfectly honest.)
“I’m a big sissy,” I say.
John pipes up:
“Well just because you got a dick between your legs don’t mean you can’t cry.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Dad would have been proud, I think.