My dad has never liked the way I do my nails. He’s always called them witches nails because of the pointed tips.
Well he just walked in to my room holding our broom and was like
“Here’s your automobile.”
For a good thirty seconds I did not get it but then it hit me. Witches use brooms to fly! He’s calling me a witch again! And to top things off he looks up at my Harry Potter Nimbus 2001 model and says:
“I know that’s your sports car but this one can be your every day car. Do you like the cherry red?”
And then turns to walk away.
It’s in these moments that I absolutely adore my father.