Dad has this saying / poem that states that you mentally grow till 40 and then start regressing back after so, 50 is 30 and 70 is 10.
Dad had a spectacular showing of silly last week.
First he was being scatterbrained and lost his mittens everywhere, including under the car.
Within one hour, he busted out with a fart poem (about farts not with
them ). Tried to scare and catch the cat falling over in the process.
Tried to vacuum my hair then tried the same with Mom. Finished up with a
fart song.
Mom at that point deemed that he is soon reaching age of Mowgli (younger niece who was then a new born) in mental regression.
He later in the evening put a really nice wooden bowl in the microwave.
The lacquer bubbled up on it in parts and stunk up the house. Thankfully
the wood didn't warp and I was able to smooth and oil damaged parts. I
still need to get lacquer to fix it.
(Note: He did some really nice things too bit those couple of days.... arrg!)
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