In a very disturbing way it is funny to have your father come into your room to tell you and your Chilean sister that the two of you are boring and without "content" while not being able to say the word "discussion" and and having to hold onto the bed to avoid falling back. It's kinda amusing. I just got up giggling, hugged him from behind, told him we were going to bed and steered him towards his room, brought him to bed, left him alone so he could undress and then, still laughing, came back to give him a kiss, help him to get under the blanket. He wouldn't tell me what he had drunk, it's really weird because my father had eaten sooo much and AC said he had only drunk a bit of wine.