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Originally Posted by lincap 
Amen!
My dad was a push the door open without warning guy. And I hated it. I would be 12, 14, 16 getting dressed and BOOOM push the door open.. "blah blah" and then I would yell "GET OUT I AM GETTING DRESSED!" and then he would say "OH,talk to me like that and you aren't going ANYWHERE!"...
It happened over and over and over... He would also say "MY house, MY door" or "I don't care If I see you naked..." Well.. *I*minded!!!!!!!!!! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!
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If your dad was that into marking his "territory", it's a wonder he didn't just pee on your bedroom door's frame too while he was standing there.

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Originally Posted by lincap 
Thank you all the door knockers! I will be a door knocker when the boys get bigger!
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Agreed!
In the house I grew up in my bedroom was also the dining room, so I didn't have any doors and awoke every morning to the sight of my parents eating breakfast. When I was 11 we moved to a house where I had a "real", separate bedroom, COMPLETE WITH CLOSING DOOR! I was so thrilled to finally have a real bedroom, I kept the door shut all the time. Mom was good about knocking, but usually only
after she had stuck her head in the door. Ooh... so close!
Probably because of this, I'm a pathological door-knocker: If the door is closed I knock on the door itself and if the door is open I knock on the frame, but either way I don't enter until invited.