All my life I’ve been upset by the way Dad spoke to me when we used to work together.
To gain my attention he would whistle to me. And it made me feel like a dog being given commands.
I was at my sister’s house with my 2 year old nephew.
So, what did I do when he tried to follow me outside the house in the dark?
I clicked my fingers and said, “Inside.”
What’s wrong with this?
It’s precisely how I tell my dog to get inside.
I now understand Dad much better.
I’ve not been an Aunt for all that long and am still learning.
Dad hadn’t had a teen daughter for all that long either.
So, Dad, it’s all forgiven.