I think it's safe to say that there are two primary types of terrible, pushy fathers: the kind that wants his son to have a more perfect version of his own life ("He'll get that spelling-bee championship that fate denied me!") and the kind that wants his son to have a completely different life ("I don't even know what a violin is, but my son will be first chair in New York!")
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I think it's safe to say that there are two primary types of terrible, pushy fathers: the kind that wants his son to have a more perfect version of his own life ("He'll get that spelling-bee championship that fate denied me!") and the kind that wants his son to have a completely different life ("I don't even know what a violin is, but my son will be first chair in New York!")