When I was seven the tradition was that when my dad got home was that he would spend some time unwinding by sitting in the big chair near the entry. We kids would crawl all over him, rough house a bit, unlace and remove his massive steel toed boots and socks. One day after we'd worn him out thoroughly and my little brothers had departed to play elsewhere we somehow had a conversation that went very much like this.
Dad: I can't force you to do anything.
Me: Yes you can. I…Continue