The finger-tapping thing, that is. He’d usually do it when Dad wanted to nudge somebody, but not too seriously; it was very much a humorous intent sort of thing. Usually he’d add a mildly sarcastic comment, because my father was a wiseacre from a long line of wiseacres and that sort of thing came to him as naturally as did breathing. And now I’m doing it, which I guess means that my kids will be doing it, forty years from now. And they’ll have no more idea of which family member first came up with that quirk than I do; after all, my dad could have gotten it from his dad.
Huh.
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It’s amazing what you pick up. My dad sang with the opera, among other things, and is always singing. He sings a lot of radio commercial jingles from his youth. It irritates me sometimes that I’ll have a jingle stuck in my head from a commercial that I’ve never heard for a company that went out of business 20 years before I was born.
Why then it behooves you to pass that earworm along to someone else. Because Culture. And Science!