I’m everything like my dad. I talk like him, think like him, laugh like him, fit in like him. My work-ethic is his, as is my conscience, and my deeds and jobs around the house are caretaken by me like would he.
I don’t see it as a bad thing. And thank God for that. I do, however, wonder if it’ll be the same with Nicolas. I hope so – I’m not too bad off, am I? Here’s to hoping my old man, as the non-partisan bystander, would respond in the negative.