Easy to imagine. Your father is a lawyer, and that’s why you want to become one.

But do you really need him waxing poetic about Marbury, Palsgraf or the Rule in Shelley’s Case (whatever that is)? Isn’t that what law professors are for? Do you need him patting himself on the back with dubious war stories about his extraordinary lawyering? Or even self-aggrandizing about trial victories, with no one around to dispute them? No stuff like that from my father.