That's like back in Oct 12 1987. We were all at mom and dad's for thanksgiving. We were all at the table and finished the main meal and mom brought out the dessert. It was a trifle loaded with fresh whipped cream on top. Dad and I were sitting next to each other and he tapped me on the shoulder and as I turned around the dessert went right into my face. He laughed and said "I've always wanted to do that". He died that night of a major heart attack. I'd give anything to have him do it again.
Welling up just talking about it, geez I miss him.
