as a kid, I walked into a closet, saw an enormous snake, and then walked out. I walked up to my dad, as you do, and said “dad there’s a huge snake in the closet”
so he smiled smugly, grabbed his knife (I think it was a machete?), walked off, and then I heard him scream followed shortly by three panicked slams
it turns out he didn’t actually think he’d find a huge snake in there, but it sure was there, and he sure did chop it into three pieces
I wish I could believe you mean “as a father” but I know you mean “as a man”
if it makes you feel better, I’ll call him daddy while I’m enjoying him as a man
I don’t think that makes me feel better but thank you for sharing anyway
