A Conversation:
I was sitting in my room, reading a book.
Father walks into the room.
Father: You can't read by that light.
Me: It's fine.
Father: You'll go blind.
Me: That's an old wives tale.
Father: Not true. Abraham Lincoln went blind.
Me: Wha-
Father: No! Abraham Lincoln got shot. Because he was reading by the light of a tiny, tiny glowing coal.
Me: What the hell are you talking about?
Father: I've got to go to work. Goodbye.
My dad is so weird.
Father walks into the room.
Father: You can't read by that light.
Me: It's fine.
Father: You'll go blind.
Me: That's an old wives tale.
Father: Not true. Abraham Lincoln went blind.
Me: Wha-
Father: No! Abraham Lincoln got shot. Because he was reading by the light of a tiny, tiny glowing coal.
Me: What the hell are you talking about?
Father: I've got to go to work. Goodbye.
My dad is so weird.