Daddy Union

I called up the folks last night to talk about this and that. I got a lot of friendly flack from Dad about getting the oil changed on my car and taking care of an ongoing problem with my bank.

Once a father always a father I suppose. What's funny to only me is that "flack" usually falls on Mom's shoulders.

Dad sent me a follow-up email on one of the tax issues that he and I discussed. He opened it with the following paragraph:

We enjoyed talking with you last night. We appreciate your calling and checking in. Sorry if I sounded like I was getting on your case about
things, but they would throw me out of the Daddy's Union if I didn't
ride you about something.

Daddy Union membership has its benefits.