So, I'm making pancakes. I didn't burn anything like last time, but Dad took over halfway through anyway. There's absolute peace in the house, until...

Dad: *playing Batman soundtrack, then Matrix, then Gladiator*

Me: Mkay then. *continues doing whatever, probably reading a fanfic*

Dad: *finds an audio of a Soviet military choir singing Bella Ciao*

Me: Okay...?

Dad: *puts it on repeat*

I have now come to loathe the song, no matter how many times I hum it or how it reminds me of Auf Wiendershien Sweetheart. My Dad, on the other hand, had a short-lived obsession with it. Geez, it was horrible.