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Isn’t this photo gross. How does he do that?? My dad used to do this trick where he pulled up his eyelids and rolled his eyes so his pupils weren’t visible and they looked all white. Scared the crap out of me….
Now that I think of it, my dad was some kind of sadist. He used to stand out on the porch during a horrendous thunderstorm and harry me into joining him. I’d put on my bravado face and throw out a comment on the amazing lightning show until the seconds between light and boom were a little too short. Then I’d mutter some excuse about having to put my Barbies away and skedaddle.
We enjoyed this same ritual whenever Dad decided to watch a horror movie on late night tv. This was how my eyeballs were first assaulted by “The Exorcist,” and some weird film about a creepy severed hand that crawled around and attacked teenagers making out in a car. Don’t worry, I got my parents back by becoming a complete insomniac who would refuse to go to bed and allow them some “adult time.”
My mom informed me years later that my father was probably too chicken to watch these movies alone and needed the company while she pretended to be cleaning up my Barbies.
Sigh …I miss my crazy-eyed, thunder-lovin’ chicken dad.