My daddy and I have pancake fights. It all started one weekend when my mom was gone. I had made pancakes for dinner, and there just so happened to be a lot leftover. To my recollection he was the one who started it, but I am sure if you asked him he would blame the whole phenomenon on me. Ever since it is kind of a tradition. Every time we have leftover pancakes they end up as projectiles (even if my mom is home), luckily we have a dog that also enjoys them.
Strangely enough this story describes my dad perfectly. Some may be scared or intimidated by my dad, but when it comes down to it he is the kindest, most caring man I know. Some of my greatest memories involve my dad and I doing some spontaneous thing together. From dancing in the living room, to arguing about some nuance or another. These are the things I love remembering.
1 comment:
i LOVE fun times with the family:)
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