Eating Peas

My Dad:  My Grandpa used to eat everything with a knife.

8 Year Old Me:  Really?  Even Peas?

My Dad:  Even peas.

8 Year Old Me:  Wow! 

My Dad:  Do you want the rest of this?  <does one more long, noisy slurp and offers me the completely, clean, white, rib bone >

8 Year Old Me:  Dad, you are so funny!  There’s nothing left.  <laughing>

My Dad:  My Grandpa used to eat everything with a knife.

14 Year Old Me:  Yah, I know.  You tell us that ALL the time. <roll eyes>

My Dad:  Do you want the rest of this?  <does one more long, noisy slurp and offers me the completely, clean, white, rib bone >

14 Year Old Me:  That is totally disgusting!   

My Dad:  My Grandpa used to eat everything with a knife.

20 Year Old Me:  Dad, you kill me!  You’ve been telling us that forever.  I wish I could have met your Grandpa.

My Dad:  Do you want the rest of this?  <does one more long, noisy slurp and offers me the completely, clean, white, rib bone>

20 Year Old Me:  Thanks for the offer, but you keep it.  <laughing>

My Dad:  My Grandpa used to eat everything with a knife.

My Daughters:  Really?  Even Peas?

My Dad:  Even peas.

My Daughters:  Wow! 

My Dad:  Do you want the rest of this?  <does one more long, noisy slurp and offers me the completely, clean, white, rib bone >

My Daughters:  Gross!!!  Besides, there’s nothing left.  <laughing>

Dad, thanks for telling me stories all my life, being a part of the stories of my life, sharing the same stories with my girls, and being a part of their story.

I love you, Dad!!!!  Happy Father’s Day!!!!