“When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished by how much he’d learned in seven years.”
–Mark Twain
It’s funny, really, how much you grow into your parents. Especially dads.
Last night, Heather and I grabbed dinner while we were out finishing Christmas shopping. Sitting in the restaurant, I overheard the tail end of the conversation of the table next to us, a father, son, son’s wife, and infant son. The father and son were going back and forth about politics, the son reading off the talking points for Ron Paul and the father speaking from years of actually living, not surfing the internet.
I had to laugh. My dad and I have sat in the same place so many times. Sometimes you can learn a lot from listening to yourself.
