I think I have mentioned before that I was the oldest and the only girl out of five kids. That's right...four brothers. Lots of testosterone in my house. With all of that stuff happening in our house, there were lots of nicknames to be found. I had (and still have) many ranging from K2 to K to Kat to Kath to "Hey You!) also some others which will not be shared :-) But one I remember the best is Qwackerqueen. When I was still not reading cursive well, my father bought a mailbox and he and my mom had our names painted on them. My father told me had put Qwackerqueen on the mailbox and in my still untrained eyes I read it and believed it. I cried for days until my mother took me out to the box and traced the letters to Kathleen for me.
Fast forward 40 some odd years. My dad is still teasing, and laughing and pretending...pulling a good one over us. And he is now at work on the new generation.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad.
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