Okay, I thought I'd share a nice Dad story to even things out a bit.
I was probably 7 years old, and had already been asleep for awhile. My Dad came, and woke us up, and we thought it was morning, but he told us to put on our winter clothes, and come outside. It had snowed quite a bit after we went to bed, so there was a pretty deep layer of snow glistening under the moon. My Dad pulled us around on sleds, and built snowmen with us, until our fingers were numb, and my Mom insisted we come inside. My Mom made us hot lemonade (this is was a hot cinnamon flavored lemonade that she made us when we couldn't afford stuff for hot chocolate), and my Dad unfolded out the pull out bed, and we all snuggled in, and my Dad told us stories he made up, until we fell asleep.
Anyhow, feel free to share, and nice story, if you have one.