I sat with my Dad on a recent afternoon.  He had just returned from church.  However, as we sat talking, I noticed that his right pant leg had both a staple and a large piece of tape keeping the hem of his pants up. 

OMygoodness.

He obviously was not disturbed by it, but I was.  I was because I knew my father, although of sound mind and presence, still needed some looking over. How did I miss this?  But I did.

So, in my own way, asked him to give me the pants, and I promised I return in the next few days with a renewed pair.  In this case, it meant NEW PAIR.

And I did.  I went to a local store, found the right size, and am ready to give to my Dad.  Will he be angry?
Yes...of course, because his 55 year old daughter defied him...but this 55 year old also wants her Dad to go out in public with great pants?

Am I such a bad daughter?

Well, that same Dad is ok.  In fact, he is more than happy.

He made my world happy while growing up.  If I can give him happy now, then great!