I'm turning 22 this year and I still have a dad who treat me like I'm 12.
Today he forbade me to leave the house unless I clean my room. Which I did, like shifted my pile of clothes underneath the carpet, magic-cleaned the floor briefly cos I was too lazy to mop it.
When I was finally done, I bidded him goodbye only to be called back.
Dad: "Have you cleaned your room?"
Me: "Yeah yeah I did. It's clean now, go have a look."
-went to check out but doubting bcos I took less than an hour to clean-
Dad: "I'll let you out after you lick the floor"
Wtf. My dad. He claimed if my room was clean enough, I wouldn't hesitate to lick it at all.
Father for exchange, anyone?