I remember the fun I had with my father after I moved in with him when he was 80 and my mother had just died. He got himself a lady friend at one point and was out VERY late one evening. I put my bathrobe on and stood by the entrance door, tapping my foot, arms folded just for the pleasure of saying to him, "And what do you think you're doing coming in at THIS time of night?"
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