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We've got this arrangement where I deal with my parents and she deals with hers. Though I've been starting to give her mom shit when my wife isn't around to deal with them, like trying to feed the kids too much ice cream or telling them it's ok to not eat dinner and just eat cookies instead.
I had to tell my dad off last night because he put our kids on top of the roof of the plastic playhouse. He kept telling me it's safe. I'm like first of all this shit is not meant for that and it's flimsy as hell, and second of all you are setting a bad example that this is ok to do, it's ok to do dangerous shit and break the rules.
My dad's got some retarded rule breaking, do things without thinking BS going on. When he was a kid he played with matches under the bed and burnt the mattress. He grabbed a cat by the front legs and swung it around like a merry go around and he said the cat literally shat itself and it sprayed all over the walls. Like holy shit my dad was a monster. He somehow got it under control during his adult years and it's now all coming out again.
This past winter he tried to walk down a steep ramp that was snow covered and fell on his ass. I'm like wtf you are 70, can you act like a 70 year old?
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