It has recently occurred to me that your once-patriarchy of a family has come to a conundrum when your father decided to go acquire a receptacle full of a cow's milk. I found this highly amusing upon discovering that your father is lactose intolerant, and that his preferred beverage is a dark ale, which after drinking he will then go forth to beat your mother with his beat-up Air-Jordans. So you may call me the foolish name of 'nerd', but just know that you are unloved by your father.