I love when my parents actually understand me, my likes, and my style. Because I don't feel like that happens very often. My dad works with this lady that goes to France pretty often because her daughter lives there and she always brings back stuff for my family like Belgian chocolates. So she recently went and like always, got some chocolates to give my dad. When my dad got home from work he showed me the box they came in and said he thought I'd like it because it was cute and had French written on it. And said I could put my paint brushes in it. Score one for you dad. It's frickin adorable.