Dad came upstairs to talk to Mum and I wanted to go downstairs to get a piece of bread, ended up walking behind him. He freaks out and runs as if I'm chasing him, I walk at a regular pace and do a bit of an evil laugh for show. He keeps running to the basement and acts like I'm chasing and traumatizing him. Meanwhile I calmly walk over to the bread, pull out a slice and walk off.
DH has deemed my dad awesome.
Dad also mistakenly called the street I work on as "bedroom." So said over the phone "We'll pick you up on bedroom!"
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