Poppers

For most of my life I've called my father, "Poppers." I have no idea how that got started, but I had to laugh out loud on Sunday night when, while praying during small group, Paul Smoot prayed to God for "Poppers."

Well Poppers took me to lunch today before dropping me off for MinistryCom.

I have ridden in a car with my dad periodically for 30+ years. He took me to school on a regular basis. Today, we're on our way to lunch and get to a stop light. I see my dad's left leg move to hit the break. What??? It's an automatic. There's no clutch.

Me: "Do you use both feet to drive the car?"

Dad: "Yeah. I don't know how I got started doing that, but I've just always felt safer having my left foot ready near the break at all times in case I need to stop."

Me: "You've done this your whole life?"

Dad: "Yeah"

How did I miss that? I'm the least observant person on earth. I'd be horrible at a crime scene.