Today I got a glimpse into my childhood. I bought my little niece lego classic for Christmas.
This afternoon as she was building happily, when my Dad noticed she was going slightly rogue with the instructions. He actually argued with a 7 year old little girl, insisting she was doing it wrong and raising his voice as he became more irritated and quite frankly irrational. It reduced my niece to tears and my mum was also weepy eyed.
My Dads character is difficult to explain. He is never deliberately mean, and is often the more affectionate of my parents, but he lacks sense.
He’s loud and boisterous with little man and becomes worse when little man cries despite me asking him to tone things down.
He would feed children sweets morning, noon and night, and I’ve caught him giving fizzy drinks that I don’t yet allow.
He always has to be right even if that means arguing with a child.
I consoled my niece and ordered my father to apologise. He did and myself and my niece completed the build with every colour of brick except the right ones.