Pithy

My father, the Commish, can tell a mean story. He can spin a great yarn (with only my mother able to reliably say whether the tale is tall or otherwise). Occasionally he can sum things up in a pithy manner. His assessment of his first grandchild?

“He’s a smart little f*cker.”

I couldn’t agree more, Dad.

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