Oh my God! I am totally turning into my Dad!

I just told Garrett, "If you are going to cry, I will give you something to cry about."

Other words (that belong to my father) recently out of my mouth:
"Where did you get your driver's license?? A Cracker Jacks box??? (said to a person who pulled out in front of me and then proceeded to drive 15 miles an hour - fifteen.)

I guess I'm okay unless I utter his favorite phrase of all time:

"I'm as serious as a heart attack."