Repeatedly Broken Windows

Whenever my dad comes to stay with us, something goes wrong. For a seventy-year-old, he gets up to an incredible amount of mischief and loves bringing my children along for the ride. My kids love him, just like everyone does. He has an infectious energy about him that makes you want to go on any whacky adventure that he wants to go on. I’m beyond lucky to have him as my father, but I wish he would stop kicking the footy with my son and breaking windows!!
My dad and son have broken three windows in the last year. I don’t think they realise how expensive it is to get a sash window replacement every other month. I don’t have a bottomless pit of money. I sat my dad down to tell him that I can’t have them kicking the footy in the front yard anymore. I told him that it’s too dangerous and it’s costing me too much money. He agreed and said he understood, and then looked at me with these innocent puppy dog eyes and told me that my son just really wanted to play and he didn’t want to disappoint him. Of course, his look and explanation pulled at my heartstrings. I’d let my dad get away with murder.

I guess at this point I just have to hope that they don’t do any more damage. It’s clear that they’re going to do whatever they want and I’m going to let them do it. I just hope that I don’t need a complete door replacement or something like that any time soon. I don’t know how they’d manage to break the front door, but I also wouldn’t put it past them. My son has a mischievous streak just like my dad.

I love them both and I’m lucky to have them in my life, but I wish they could be a little less destructive.

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