Stand Up
“My dad is 6’3″. I’m 6’10”. Sometime in my early teens, I shot past him. Dad was a yeller. Not doing what he thought I should be? No discussion, just yell. But I realized at some point that he wouldn’t yell at me if he had to look up while he was doing it.
I don’t remember what our last argument was about, I just remember that I’d sort of caught on at this point. So I’m in my room in front of the computer, Dad comes in and starts yelling at me. I eventually stand up and start yelling back. Dad makes an excuse to leave.
Dad comes back about a half hour later and starts yelling again, but at this point, it’s all I can do to not just laugh. I know that the instant I stand up, the argument will end. It actually wound up being really good for our relationship.” Story credit: Reddit / jsabo