47. My dad already knew what my husband was coming to talk to my dad about. He wanted to bring my dad a burrito (because my dad loooooves burritos), but he was dieting at the time, so he brought my dad some Fireball instead. The first part of the conversation went as follows
Husband: sets a bottle of Fireball down on the counter.
Dad: Why’d you bring that? Are you trying to get me drunk?
Husband: If you think it’ll help…
48. My (now) wife’s father was dead so I couldn’t have the talk with him. I did have the talk with her three kids. I had been dating her, long distance, for a couple of years and would try to visit once every month or two. They knew me. They were 12-16 years old too so they weren’t little kids and we’d spent quite a bit of time hanging out, working projects, going on adventure, etc. I took them all aside and told them that I wanted to marry their mother but I wanted their blessing. They were all three very happy, gave their blessing, and have been a blessing every day in my life. I wasn’t surprised, though. I’d been in their world for a few years already and had moved past the “cool visiting guy” phase to the sometimes grumpy “mom’s cool boyfriend” that get territorial over counter space in the bathroom, who used up my cologne, are those my socks, etc.