One of my first memories is falling on cement and scraping my knee. I recall my dad picking me up, taking me inside and getting to work on my injury. He told me not to worry because he was a doctor (two years later when I found out he wasn't a doctor I was pretty upset). He took out the shaving cream and put it all over my leg. He then wiped the shaving cream off and put 20 bandaids on and around my wound. Afterwards he gave me a big cup of Apple J and said "you should feel better in the morning".
Did he put on a bit of a performance? Maybe.
Was it over the top? Yes.
Did it make me feel better? Heck yes.
Vinny had three options in the scenario. He could have said "Suck it up butter cup", He could have cleaned the wound and put one bandaid on it (like most parents would have done), or he could have done what he did, take an unfortunate event and make it memorable and up lifting.
My dad Cal Hicks, Vinny Boberino, or skciH laC as he calls himself,...