My folks were divorced, but I’d visit my tough truck driver dad frequently. Whenever we’d greet each other, or say goodbye, he would extend his hand for a shake and say, “Boys don’t hug.” To which I would reply, “But girls do!” and I’d enthusiastically throw my arms around him in a big hug!
My folks were divorced, but I’d visit my tough truck driver dad frequently. Whenever we’d greet each other, or say goodbye, he would extend his hand for a shake and say, “Boys don’t hug.” To which I would reply, “But girls do!” and I’d enthusiastically throw my arms around him in a big hug!