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.
Downstairs:
Window opens.
Father yells, "SHUT UP!!"
Dead silence.
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.