Yea, I hear you... oh, one ton of less-than fun! I choose not to acknowledge you due to your tendency to be a giant ass! No, I do not want my eyes cleaned, my ears clean, a "trim of the exit path", nails trimmed, teeth brushed, fur combed or to put on a jacket and/or Tshirt!
What happened to my fun Dear ol' Dad? What happened to the man who would get on the floor and play with me, who played the "scary monster" game, who took me for car rides, who chased me through the house, who would walk with me and NOT complain if I stopped to smell the roses... pee stains... poop piles... dead things on the road? YOU, Sir, are a stick in the mud... NO! You are a TREE in the mud!
I know we have both gotten older, I know you have many more duties and responsibilities than when we first were together. I get that all, my Papa. However, you have fallen off the fun wagon and you can't get back up! So, sure... I ignore you. Oh... I can HEAR you but you're not talking about anything I care to listen about.
Sometime... I want you to STOP and look deep into my eyes. Think to yourself "Do I see anyone in there that gives a damn?" The answer will be NO! Not until you find the fun and start being my one & only Dear ol' Dad again!