When we were teenagers, my dad was trying so hard to understand our behaviors and our emotion. When we looked back my brothers and I always laughed. My dad read our books and magazines and tried to dress up like us.
One time my dad put my jacket and jean on himself (my dad was about the same size as I was when I was in high school) on weekend and went out with me for shopping. My mom asked him " Are you crazy ? dressing up like that ? " He asked me " how do I look ? " I thought it was cool and said " Looks good, why not ". So we went out and everybody looked at him with weired eyes. Later on when we talked about that with my dad, he told me that he was trying to feel how we felt so he could understand better. I know this sounds a little crazy for some parents but that was my dad which I admire him a lot about his unique personality. Now when I am writing this down I can't stop laughing.
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