As a kid, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t turn into my dad. Well, the day has come. Here I am, 36 young (as some like to call it…level 36), and I find myself acting more like my daddy every day. I didn’t not want to be like him because he was a bad dad. He just had some annoying quirks. But what parent, doesn’t right. Here are at least 10 quirks I have inherited from the parental. 

1. Dad Jokes
We would be driving down the road and see a field full with round bales of hay. My daddy, “Did you know that the farmers might stop feeding the cows round bales of hay?” Me, “Really why?” Daddy, “They aren’t getting a square meal!” Me, “Wow dad, you’re so funny!” Now, I think that joke is hilarious, and I tell it a lot. And most of the time, I get a good laugh. 

2. A Clean House 

I got so annoyed that we had to have a clean house all the time. For the most part, our house was spotless. You could say that daddy was a bit of a neat freak. I use to tell him that when I had my own place, I was going to put my clothes everywhere and make it a mess; so, when he came over, he’d have to move stuff just to sit on the couch. Well, the first time my daddy came to my apartment, I cleaned the day before he showed up. 

3. Grocery List 

We had a running grocery list on the counter by the phone. Any time we were “close” to being out of something we had to write it down. I never understood why he needed a list. As a kid, I could remember everything I needed to do. Now, sometimes I forget to take my grocery list to the store. 

4. Talk Radio

We traveled a lot for sports. Some days we had to get up early in the mornings to leave for games. Even though I’d still be half asleep, I still hated that daddy listened to talk radio. I thought it was so stupid to listen to people just talk. I would ask him why we couldn’t listen to songs and he said that he liked his morning show. I now have a morning show I listen to. And those of you that know me, know I’m a bit obsessed with the Bobby Bones Show. 

5. Organization

Daddy is the most organized person I know. So much so, that his radio stations are in order from least to greatest. My brothers and I would rearrange the stations just to annoy him, and he would always change them back. I have been driving for twenty-one years. All of my car’s stations have been in order from least to greatest. 

6. Early

Arriving early is an understatement for my daddy. We were at least 30 minutes early to everything we went to. I once told him, that sometimes you need to be late or right on time to make a statement. What was I thinking? I am 30 minutes early to work every day. 

7. I’m Home

Daddy wanted to know where I was at all times. I get that, but it was so embarrassing when I had to call and tell him, I made it to where I was going. Now when I leave his house or I go on vacation, I’ll text or call him and let him know where I’m going or that I made it home. I do this without him asking. 

8. The Human Seatbelt

This happens when the parent slams on the breaks, and uses their arm to brace the child across the chest in the seat beside them. Well I don’t have a child, but I do have a dog. I have caught myself so many times reaching across the seat to use my arm as seatbelt for him. 

9. Gas

Being the responsible parent, my daddy was, he never let the gas in the car get too low. I am not sure the tank was ever below half. As a teenager, I’d roll up to the gas station on fumes. I still am not as good as he was but through the years, I don’t get below ¼ of a tank. 

10. Staying Home

I was on the go all the time. I looked for any excuse not be at home. I hated it when we had nothing to do and Daddy just wanted to stay home and relax. I now look for any excuse to not go out and just stay home and relax. 

I guess his annoying traits wasn’t so bad. After all, I am my father’s daughter.