I'm really into genealogy and family history. My dad enjoys reading what I've found and looking at the pictures. I love the idea of meeting family and asking them questions. I'm also gung-ho for family reunions. Those last two ideas, not so much for my dad. I was recently informed that a family reunion is planned for this May. Unfortunately, I'm in California and the reunions are in Alabama. I thought it couldn't hurt to ask my dad if he wanted to go for me, even though I know it is definitely not his thing. This was the e-mail exchange:
Me: Daddy, How much would I need to pay you to go to this reunion for me? There probably wouldn't be enough Bass Pro Shop gift certificates in the world to even get you to consider this. Love, Me
His Response: Hi Baby, You are not going to believe this but I have been waiting with eager anticipation for a reunion date, but sadly I have an appointment that weekend to be poked in the eye with a sharp stick and will be unable to attend. Love, Dad
He cracks me up.