Sounds like you had a good father, when I was 9 y.o. I was too busy wondering what promise my father was going to break to me next (he was full of promises along with other things) and wondering when I was going to see my mother as she whisked me off to live the rest of my formative years with a grandmother.
Of course I didn't mind that meant no more vicious spankings from Mom and basically getting away with murder from that point on. So how's the old man doing these days?
My dad is doing good other then him dirving me crazy about
mowing the grass too short