He came home and handed me a slab of beer.
Dad: "Now Conor, those are all for you right? Don't let no one else at 'em. Kay? Right?"
Me: "Uhh, kay dad."
Dad: "Kay? Right?"
Me: "Right."
Dad: "You can put them over there on the table so.."
So, i did.
Then he put his arm around me.
Dad: " Who owns them?"
Me: "Me."
Dad: "No, no, no. You have it all wrong. Who owns them?"
Me: "You?"
Dad: "No, no, no. Who am i?"
Me: "Dad?"
Dad: "No, no. Danny, ri'?"
Me: "Okay."
Dad: " And who owns them?"
Me: "Conor."
Dad: "No, no, no! Do you want me to tell you?"
Me: " Yes!"
Dad: "Who am i? Danny. Who owns them? Con. It's as simple as that."
Me: "Ohhh..kay?"
Dad: Now, who am i?"
Me: "Danny."
Dad: " And who owns them?"
Me: "Con."
Dad: I think you have it!"
And then he left go of me.
So, Kate was there watching the whole thing.
Kate: "Say sorry Conor ;].."
Me: "Uhh, sorry man.. uhh, Danny."
Dad: "Don't ever say sorry. If someone ever asks you to say sorry.. ask them... do they have a horse."
And he then he went out the back.
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