a speedo

Well, he was 42, and newly divorced, and he was trying to be all cool and shit. He also pierced his ear, which mortified me, because I was 12 and DADS DON'T DO THAT. Especially not in the mid-1980s in Ohio.

He also took me to a bar once, at age 12 or 13, when he had us for the weekend. I mentioned it to mom, and I'm not sure how badly she maimed him, but it never happened again.

Parents! Impossible to raise, I tell you what.

Now he chooses to bedevil me by having heart attacks. I think I'd take the Speedo back, if it meant no more calls from the cardiac ICU.

My crazy family likes to talk about my dad being well-endowed.

Ack! Not.Enough.Therapy.In.The.WORLD.

If it were my family that is. As for your family, GC, well -- mazel tov!

Parents! Impossible to raise, I tell you what.

This is so very true.

He also took me to a bar once, at age 12 or 13,

I was pretty much raised in pubs, I think. Most of them had playgrounds, at least...?

It definitely sounds worse than it is, but it's still gross. My family likes to get their party on and inevitably some questionable shit gets tossed out there.

ETA: This is extended family.

I was pretty much raised in pubs, I think. Most of them had playgrounds, at least...?

America seems to be a little less flexible on kids in bars. Definitely no playgrounds, which would have ROCKED.

Since I had breastfeeding siblings until I was about 10, I saw my mom more or less topless throughout my whole childhood. I am grateful not to have any memories of my father either naked OR in a speedo.

I took Emmett to an R-rated movie this weekend (Forgetting Sarah Marshall). He survived exposure to Jason Segal's cock.

I expect to be bathing Matilda until she's old enough to wash herself.

With Emmett if there are any breaches of boundary issues, it's likely to initiate from his side. As for instance, him recently shoving his balls in my face to show off his first pubic hairs. I suspect he'll be teabagging his college teammates.

I am grateful not to have any memories of my father either naked OR in a speedo.

Sure, taunt me with your fully-clothed dad. Meanie.

My parents took us to bars occasionally. However, they were more neighborhood gathering places that happened to serve alcohol. Usually, parents would order beer for themselves and Cokes for us kids. They'd talk to other grown-ups while I eventually wandered over to the pinball machine. Not sure what my brother did.

He also took me to a bar once, at age 12 or 13,

I was pretty much raised in pubs, I think.

12 is when The Howling Dog (farthest North roadhouse, made of awesome) said I couldn't come in anymore to watch my mom and uncle play volleyball. Younger than that was fine, though.