Whenever we went to a drive-thru, my dad would always stop the car at the garbage cans in the parking lot instead of the drive-thru window, and pretend to order food there, just to get a laugh. Even as we got older, it was still the funniest gag to see him ordering double cheeseburgers at the trash can.
My sister and I must have taken a bit too long in the morning so my dad's joke was: After God created man and woman, God considered his works. About the man, he said, “This wonderful body shape, the beautiful proportions, the perfect aesthetics - what a masterpiece.” Then he looked at the woman and said with a shrug, "All right, you just have to wear makeup."
My dad always used to say that after getting married I would have to bring my husband back to his place for us to live together. Living with my husband by ourselves or with his family would have been unacceptable to him.
This showed me how deep his love was for me. When I was young that sounded really great but now I don’t know. Sorry dad, but I still love him.
At five-years-old I always wanted to drink my dad’s soda when he was hanging out with his friends. I would yell and beg for the soda can he had in his hand until one day he finally gave me a sip. I cringed with a smooshed-up face saying, “Eww! That’s NOT soda!” as he laughed with his friends about my reaction to one sip of beer.