premise: Talking to my parents is a lot like walking through a House of Mirrors . I get lost and disorienting and I feel distorted , but sometimes I end up staring at my own reflection . One of my father 's favorite pasttime is comparing and contrasting the personalities and quirks of his aging children , how they relate to him and my mother and picking out the underlining tones . Sometimes he 's dead wrong all though , you could never tell him that , especially since sometimes he makes a little sense through his logic making me wonder who 's crazier . Why might my father enjoy comparing and contrasting his adult children ?
hypothesis: Because he raised them , and it 's often satisfying to see the different qualities in children .