06-16-2012, 11:47 PM
My Dad sits between the medicine chest and the woodstove in my garage. He keeps an eye on me so I don't cut my thumbs off or spill battery acid on myself. One time I looked over and said waddya think? And I stopped and got off the ladder. He's good like that and I appreciate it more than he knows.
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.