whiskey, whiskey, whiskey

My father and I had quite a few rituals and games we played when I was growing up. Some of my favorites were being thrown sky high, or so it seemed. My dad always caught me and I thought he had super strength. I always had to fight off the gooler duck (goolers are actually the bottom part of your chin.) and the brain sucker. My dad would transform his hand into many characters just to make me laugh. Every time the brain sucker attacked my dad would say "He's starving" insinuating I had no brains. I think my all time favorite of our games was what we called whiskey. Whiskey was when my dad would rub his whiskers on my face and say whiskey, whiskey, whiskey. I LOVED to tell people that my dad gave me whiskey. I know I wasn't very old when this occurred because I told my daycare lady that my dad gave me whiskey, which brought a lot of questions to her mind and a lot of explaining for my mom to do when she picked me up that day. 

                I feel as though quite a few of stories my dad told me left a lot of people asking questions after I repeated them.  For example, when I was in kindergarten my dad told me he played football for the Dallas Cowboys. At this point in my life, I believed EVERYTHING my dad told me, including this far fetched tale. I went to school and told everyone and then I was taken as a liar for a short while until that story was explained. My dad also told me he shot a buffalo between the eyes with a bow and arrow, obviously not true but to this day he will still tell me he did. He still tells me fibs every now and again, the biggest being "it will only take 15 minutes." For anyone who knows my dad and he tells you this, it is a LIE. Chances are you will be there for a good three hours, at least. This statement has become a joke around our house, but I truly think my dad believes there is truth in it. I will give him credit because regardless of the tall tales, he has told me things with some validity to them, but, Dad,15 minutes is not enough time for everything.