He refuses to get rid of this old rocking chair that doesn’t match anything in our bedroom because our youngest daughter scratched her initials in one of the arms.
He refuses to get rid of our bed even though the kids broke the frame and it’s propped up with cement blocks because our kids were conceived in it.
He refuses to part with a chest in our living room because our dog Louie chewed off the corner when he was a puppy.
He refuses to get a board on the edge of our entryway replace because Jake chewed the edge.
Because he’s a hard-edged macho dude with a warm heart.