Tom says Why are your arms so hairy, Dad? looking at them in wonder and at his hairless arms.
It’s because when I was young we had to fight off lions and wrestle them to the ground and shoo them away so we could eat their impala. And if they bit us, the hair would give us some protection.
As I’m talking he starts an Ooh, I’m SO impressed expression, widening his eyes and nodding.
Then he hugs me, pats me on the back patronisingly and says:
No wonder Mom fell for you, Dad.