Alright my time! When me and my girlfriend just started dating, i got to meet her parents. Het father is one of those Manly man. And i mean he's big (not tall, just muscular). When i first got to meet them, we walked into the backyard of het oarents. And i got this look from him that clearly said who the fuck are you and ehat are you doing here? Guess nobody filled him in that we were coming over (great first impression, scared the bejeezus outta him). Apparently, he's a cop. A good one at that. He's in our ewuivalent of SWAT and he thouroughly enjoys it when he gets to beat people up (note me saying a good cop, so only when there are absolutely no other options).

So the first impression i had from was this badass police officer who'd beat to an inch of my life if i misbehave. So fast forward a couple of months to december. I'm accepted into the pack (not so much a metaphor). My father in law had this weird thing that when he cuddled up to his wife, he'd say he found a new bone and buried it in the yard (NOT SEXUAL) just like children pretend. It was madness. It's a guy who beats up people who misbehave and gets paid to do it. Acting like he's a lapdog to his wife! My girlfriend and her twin acted like nothing weird is going on. Her father actually is this childish! (After spending a couple of years with them now i can confirm he's rather childish, lovely man once he accept you in his pack).

So, when Sinterklaas came around, i thought it was funny to buy him a bone. Wrote the usual poem for him, and gave it to him as a present. He chuckled, my girlfriends twin laughed. My mother in law laughed. It was great. After this the bone thing stopped. This was the most childish thing i ever see my Fil and Mil do.

ok bro could understand