It's almost Father's day. I was thinking about the things Dad's do and don't do. Ladies of the house was asking about guns, her husband is teaching her daughter gun safety and shooting. Someone elses Dad is teaching Piglet archery.
What kind of Dad's did you have? What kind of Dad's do you know? What's your most poignant memory with your father?
Here's an example. My father owned a bakery when I was young. He taught me to bake and frost cakes. I used to stick my finger in the giant vats of frosting at the bakery. We often used to bake a cake on Saturdays, seems like I had to make a cake very week. Once we were casually talking and I said when I grew up I was going to feed my babies a bottle. He rather abruptly said, " you feed them with your breast." I almost fainted. He did not just use those words together, MY....BREAST. My Dad was not to supposed to know I even had one. Had he looked? Where was a hole I could crawl into and die? I zipped my lip and didn't say another word. I know I blushed beet red, intense heat to the face. It was my most embarrassing dad moment. I mean really while baking a cake?
Your turn, whatcha got?