... He's actually quite a goofy, fun guy, but growing up he had to play a hard-ass along with my mom, who is a staunch no-breaking-the-rules supporter and I guess he got strong armed into that side of parenting...
Yep. Happens a lot.
Many times young women are fun loving and carefree until the kids start piling up. Then they oftentimes transform into serious, possibly even uptight, uber-responsible, controlling individuals who deny they ever were fun loving and carefree to begin with - except for the three or four times a year they go out with their cronies.
I see my sons hooking up with these young, adventurous, free-spirits and I want to warn them that if they have kids that woman will be a fleeting dream replaced by somebody just as serious as their mother - but I always stop short. Why spoil their delusions? Why make them feel bad about ending my honeymoon? Might as well let them find out for themselves just like my dad let me.
I was sitting in Whataburger one morning, eating a jalapeno cheddar biscuit bacon egg and cheese sammy doused in salsa - and people watching.
Old guys just get friendlier and friendlier. If America's #1 terrorist cartel dood came in with an uzi in his hands, some old guy would say something provocatively corny to him, like "is it as hot as Texas where you come from, Mister?"
Meanwhile his irrepressibly sweet, cute and adorable wife - seasoned by years of carrying kids, caring for kids, praying over kids, crying over kids and worrying over kids - would inevitably shush him with something like, "Oh be quiet, George, and leave the cartel terrorist alone."