March 4, 2004
It's an interesting, wearying thing, having a pastor for a dad. When he talks to me about anything he just goes on and on and on like in a sermon. This can be good sometimes, but usually these talks last at least forty-five minutes long. I've learnt not to bring up points while he's talking, or he spends half an hour rebutting my statement. Like today. He spent an hour telling me a story about one of his visits to an old person. I had no idea what point he was trying to make. Oh well. I still love him.