Well, that was funny.

Mark is here. He was telling Dad about teaching me to golf. Granted, I give the guy more than enough comedic ammunition that way, so it was funny. But then I mentioned how I tried to teach Mark how to dance (the guy is wonderful, but he is rhythmically challenged). We had Dad laughing so hard that the nurse told us to 'settle down' so my father can rest. She said we would have to leave if we kept 'riling him up'.

He was laughing, not throwing a tantrum. Jeezaloo.