...Ya gotta love them.
After a phone call to his big brother, lasting at least 30 minutes:
I asked the Brick, "What did you talk about?" "Nothing."
This happened to me on Mother's Day.
I couldn't gripe, because 1) I'm not his mother, and
2) I said not to buy me anything. (He didn't.)
Happens a LOT.
"Darn tootin', Daddd...where are MY kisses?"
The Brick has decades of experience as an engineer. He worked with the girlies on math, but also taught them shortcuts-- which made their teachers mad.
(I suspect it was because they didn't understand them. I certainly didn't.)
I love you anyways, Sweet Baby.
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