Bamfords express their love through a constant assignment of chores. As soon as I get home, my dad hands me a shovel or a rag or sends me to the garage for pliers and then it’s time to do something well until completion. Consecutive urgent projects follow until bedtime. And because my parents are by turns anxious (Mom) and depressed (Dad), the list is never completed. There will also be a running commentary on how these assignments might be done better than in the way you are currently doing them.
