Hold on to your hats...err,r uhm I mean ski masks

So my Dad is a character. I have always enjoyed his humor and insanity, but it seems the older I get the crazier and funnier he gets. While my dad is not an overly emotional man, as time has gone by I have seen him soften. He was amazing when Makily was born and I will NEVER forget a moment I had with him just an hour or so after her birth. He came into the room after I had asked several people for my Dad. He walked straight to my bed and hugged me while I cried. I could tell he was shaken from all that was happening but he was the strong rock he always has been and kept saying over and over "it will be alright, it'll be okay Patricia". We hugged for a long time. I will never forget that moment. He worked his butt off for us when we were kids. I vividly remember a time when my parents were going through a tough time financially, the place he worked for was laying people off and talking about closing the doors. The work was sporadic, so when they werent working he would go to A Day Labor. One day he came home exhausted and dirty from a day of shoveling mud in the rain. At the time this didnt really effect me. Now looking back I am in awe of his pride, strength and determination to provide for his family. My parents NEVER ONCE took welfare, food stamps OR ANY state aid. They always made ends meet no matter what. I have the utmost respect for both of them for all of those reasons.
So onto my crazy story about my dad.
He is thrifty something I have proudly inherited from him. My mom likes to call us cheap but I say we are thrifty! Anyway my parents were looking for a fan for their bedroom. They went to Walmart and my Dad found this HUGE ridiculously sized INDUSTRIAL fan for I think $20. My mom said "uh no let's get this one it's smaller and more what we need". When my dad saw it was more expensive he said "no this is bigger and cheaper!" So the industrial sized fan they buy. That night they are settling into bed. They set the fan in front of the bed and turn it on. The force of the fan nearly blew my parents out of the bed. My mom told my dad to turn it off, it's too strong and she feels like she is in a windstorm. Well Dad being my Dad refused to admit the fan was too strong because that would mean they would have to buy another one and spend more money! So my mom bundles herself up in blankets and goes to sleep. She woke up hours later and was immediately frightened. There was a man laying in the bed next to here wearing a ski mask.....at first she was scared but then realized...it was my dad. She woke him up and said "Ken what the hell are you doing laying there with that ski mask on?" He sleepily said "The fan was freezing my bald head so I put the ski mask on to keep me warm."

My mom made him buy a new fan the next day.