dad was nervous about speaking at my wedding, so i showed him how to get drafting help. i asked him to share a few warm memories and keep the speech under five minutes
he apparently pasted twenty years of family anecdotes into the assistant, including stories i had successfully hidden from my spouse. the first draft sounded like a documentary about my worst decisions
during rehearsal he proudly read a paragraph about the time i tried to train a hamster to do taxes. my mother cried with laughter. i reminded him that the guests did not need to know about the hamster's financial career
the final speech was beautiful, with one harmless joke. dad still printed the rejected version and threatens to read it at our next anniversary