He’s All There; You Can Put Your Finger On It

(My father has an accident while he is repairing a customer’s roof. He falls off a ladder and lands on his side on concrete, breaking several ribs and vertebrae. My uncle and I are standing at the end of his bed.)

Uncle: “…I’m glad he’s okay, though. He needs to stop doing such s*** as he’s just hit his 60s.”

Me: “He’s stubborn; not much more you can do about it.”

Uncle: “Always was a stubborn a**-hole!”

(With that my father, in his highly morphined state, slowly raises his arm to produce a slowly rising middle finger. I start laughing.)

Uncle: “And that’s how I know he’s still all there.”