More about Dad and Me

After my sister was born and I found out I hadn't killed her. (thankyou Lord) Dad
used to take me to the movies with my bottle so that mom could get a little rest with
my sister. I guess I was a handful. Anyway, I guess Dad really wasn't taking me to ther movies. He loved to gamble and there was a place where a bunch of fellows got together and played cards. There was a large room for sport activities and Dad would put me there with a big basketball and I played quite contently for quite a while. I had learned to talk real young (and I might add, I have never stopped talking, just ask my kids), and one day when mom had my sister and me out for a walk, a man was on the street that I knew from my days with Dad. I said, "Hi Chippy," mom said, "How do you know Chippy". I said, "Man play cards with Daddy." From then on when Dad took me to the "movies" he had to bring back the ticket stub for proof. I always loved that story. I wish I hadn't spoke to Chippy. Dad and I had a good thing going. Thanks for the story Dad.