Daddy's are MAGIC that way ... at least the good ones are!Ah, that brings back a memory from when I was little... maybe five or six, if that.
The coyotes used to scare me with all of their howling and yapping -- still startle me, sometimes. I distinctly recall huddling scared next to my mother in my bed one summer night, when they sounded like they were right on the other side of the house.
Father yells, "SHUT UP!!"
Glorious, dead silence.
They shut up for the rest of the night, I think. My father has one heck of a set of lungs to this day.
I don't know why I love that memory so much... it makes me very happy.