My father loves a good laugh.
He does not like us to beat around the bush when we want to ask him for anything. A good one liner and a good laugh thats it.
One holiday when we came home for our summer break we found that dad had painted one wing of our house in bright yellow. Not having the heart to tell him how garish it was looking, I said, "Thanks dad, now we don't have to keep standing on our seats in the bus to spot our house when we come home as it is already staring at us." He laughed, and by the next holiday break it was no more yellow.
Another time he wanted to build a third flight of stairs on one of our wooden structures which my other siblings did not like, the moment he broached the topic with me, I said, "Good, henceforth you will also be called lord of the staircases." He laughed and dumped the idea.
In the earlier days bathrooms were never attached to or near the living quarters. Much to the frustration of the younger generation dad thought we should stick to this practice. After much deliberation I told dad that the younger generation spends most of its waking hours in the bathroom unlike his generation. He got his laugh, and we got our attached bathroom.
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