Yesterday when my Dad called, it felt like the first grown up call we had as father and daughter.
He was talking to me about my stepmom and having his moments with her where basically she was playing her role as the CFO of their bank accounts and he just wanted to make it rain. Something like girl talk. Instead of indulging in the opportunity to gab I simply told him, its good to have a ying to his yang. My dad’s response:
“But sometimes I just want to Yang my Yang!”
That was the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while.
Another example of conversations with my Dad:
What the heck is my dad doing with all the incense?
Im too scared to find out what the heck Black Love smells like.