<< Same rules in effect here too. >>
Forgot to mention that, until the day he died, if I was at my Dad's house and going out he expected to be told [Well, asked permission, actually] where and WITH WHOM and what time back. And wanted whoever picked me up to come to the door and knock and come inside and meet and/or greet him.
Reckoned I wasn't an officer in HIS Air Force nor Commander of his aircraft. [Home]
And, as I mentioned, it -- and all the rest of his tough love -- worked for me.
Yep. Are we cousins? That sounds all to familiar to who I was raised and who I raised my kids.