Not my father. He did everything in a big way. If you sent him to the bakery for a cake, he came back with three. Once, when Mother told him needed a new party dress, he brought home a dozen.
His behavior often left us without funds for other more important things. After the dress incident, there was no money for the winter coat I really needed or the new ice skates I wanted.
Sometimes I would be angry with him, but not for long. Inevitably he would buy me something to make up with me. The gift was so apparently an offending of love he could not verbalize that I would throw my arms around him and kiss him-an act that undoubtedly perpetuated his behavior.