Dad LOVED to play poker. Was he good at it? Nahhh, but he played every chance he got. Growing up I was the youngest of three kids and when Dad decided to play poker, you can bet I was there. My older brother and sister had no interest, but even then I pwned them all. 10 years old, but very tiny and probably looking 8 years old, I'd take pot after pot. Dad could never understand it, but kept on playing.
As he got older I taught him a little game called No Limit Holdem. We'd play when I'd visit. $2 tourneys - the highlight of his week, to be sure. Of course if I visited any of you, it'd be the highlight of your week too, trust me! Dad never held out for premium hands though and never had a fold button either, but man he loved to play. What I DIDN'T love was taking 2 bucks from him every half hr or so.
You guys know how I'm a bitch, right? Never found a game I didn't want to dominate, right? My little gift to him was throwing more games than I care to count so Dad would have some fun. That's actually a big gift coming from me.
Dad, only you get the free games!
Play smart, unless you're playing against your Dad.