Dad says inappropriate stuff.

[snarp]

Dad: Can I have two cookies?

Me: Okay.

Dad: No, bring them to me?

Me: No. You must actually stand up if you want some cookies.

Dad: Oh, no, honey, I can't, I can't. I ruptured my Achilles, I can't get up.

Me: You can't rupture that.

Dad: I ruptured my Achilles! I can't get up!

Me: You can't rupture a tendon.

Dad: Well, I hurt it. I hurt my back, I've got an anaphalaxis, a paralysis -

Mom: Just go get the cookie if you want it, dear.

Me: If you want a cookie, you have to get up.

Dad: I can't, I haven't had my Levitra.

Mom: Oh, no.

Me: Dad!

-

Later:

Dad: I'd love a cookie right now.

Me: Then get up and get one.

Dad: No, I stood up and I got really dizzy and I had a... a Prometheus.

Me: You had the guy who stole fire from the gods.

Dad: Yes.

Comments

[yeloson]

Your dad stories are amusing, if only because it's like a less problematic version of my dad.

[jinian]

Who knew Levitra enabled actual levitation?

(Dying over Prometheus.)

[kaigou]

You dad sounds like a real hoot.

[vass]

Actually you can rupture an Achilles tendon. My father did that a few months ago. He had to have it surgically reattached, was on bed rest for weeks, then in a rocker boot and on crutches since then. He's now reached the point where he can go from his study to the front door without the crutches, but he still needs one crutch to get downstairs.

Can I have a cookie?

[estara]

I love that he can take himself not seriously. My dad can't do that AT ALL. Makes life difficult.