Yeah, I don't think it was my dad's intention to teach me skepticism that way - he mostly just thought he was funnier than he actually is. He says I learned that angry, "fuck you, don't bullshit me" over-the-glasses glare before I even had glasses. He still tells a story about how he took my friends and I to the museums in DC when we were 7 years old and on the way back on the metro scared the crap out of my friends by saying he didn't remember our stop...and I gave him "that look" and made the husband and wife behind him burst out laughing. He said I was no fun because I never believed anything he said.
Now it mostly pisses him off because when he gives me advice I always get 4th and 5th opinions.
Now it mostly pisses him off because when he gives me advice I always get 4th and 5th opinions.