My dad doesn't call often. In general, I don't talk to my parents a whole lot. Life is easier that way. Today, he left me a voice mail, letting me know he loved me, and saying he was sorry for being a bad father. He does this on occasion.
I called him back after school. The conversation went like this:
Dad: I went to the doctor today. He told me how long I have left.
Dad: The doctor told me how long I have left to live.
Dad: Yeah, he said I could live as long as I wanted.
Me: Dad! Don't DO THAT! I was getting all excited about getting my inheritance! All $7.00 of it!
So you see folks, I get my sick sense of humor from my parents. I didn't create this on my own.