Absolutely not funny.
When we were young, like all the kids, we loved sweets, which our parents occasionally bought us and my mom was in hell. We thought our dad didn’t like sweets at all, he never ate them in his life, he always gave us. That there was something "wrong" in this I began to guess, unfortunately, only by the age of 20. One day I asked him to eat a chocolate candy, a box of which, "for the case," I bought and brought him as a guesthouse. Trying not to show emotions, Dad eaten candy with obvious pleasure. I myself severely refused to eat those sweets and ordered him to eat all the sweets before my next arrival (after 5-6 days). My father ate candy. He always loved sweets, but he loved his children even more, so he gave them to us. From that day on, when I visited, I always brought him a box of the best chocolate candy.
I remembered the myth when the bird fed its puppies with its heart.
Dad, how I miss you!! to