Dadisms my Dad said over the years, back when it seemed like we had all the time in the world and the Dadisms would never stop.
When my sister and her family visited last week, my 15-year old niece hinted at driving my car, now that she has her learner's permit. Naturally, my heart thudded against my ribcage at the mere thought of my beautiful niece behind any wheel, much less mine. But before I could think of anything Cool Auntish and normal to say, I said, "You know, Olivia, it's not you I'm worried about. It's everyone else." Which was code for: Forgetaboutit.
My sister Mary looked at me. I looked at Mary. Gawd. That is something my Dad said to us no less than a million times throughout our lives. Like the time I was a sophomore and wanted to see the Queen concert and just about any time I wanted to stay out past my curfew. Mary and I busted up laughing at how the apples never really fall far from the trees, you know?
I so miss my Dad. And all of his Dadisms. What I'd give for one more.