When you realize you have become your father.
I was getting dressed this morning, got distracted by my shiny new boots between t-shirt/boxers and pants, put the boots on, started walking about with them, the concertina was just sitting there on a shelf and I started to noodle with it, and I realized that I am now the shamelessly embarrassing dad every child fears to introduce to friends. Only my dad preferred tighty-whities, duty boots, and guitars.
Not going to lie, it feels like freedom.




Put your boots on before your pants?
Walk about in boxers, t-shirt, and Koflachs while noodling on concertina. And, no, my pant legs won’t slide over the Koflachs as I found out.
I’d get chicken crap down the inside of my pants if I tried that.