Six or seven, couldn't have been older than seven because the oldest moved out for college after that and I can't recall a time beyond that when all six of us would have been home during the school year. Can't recall what I spent it on eventually but I'm sure it wasn't something essential. Not drugs, though (that would have come in high school! just kidding).
boom, that's a good question. I'm now older than he ever was and have seen my kids grow up. He had a college grad, two in college, two teen-agers and me (10 years old) when he died. He was busy with a budding medical practice and a lot of weekend work but he made sure to spend as much time with us as he could. I did the same, taking lunch to school midweek, taking early flights home on Sundays to catch one session of a weekend swim meet, that kind of thing. That time is valuable and you never know when it will end. Hell, I continue with that. My son and I are going out tonight to watch a game on TV and I'm excited about that. Though if VT loses to N.C. State tonight, I may just leave him in the bar.
My dad did try to sneak in a round of golf once a week, usually on Wednesday afternoons. He was a ****ty golfer and we gave up asking him what he shot because it would put him in a crap mood. So one week he shoots an 83 and no one asked him. Finally, before he goes off to bed, he announces: "An eighty-god-damn-three, thanks for asking."
Loved his family, loved his dogs (we used to show bulldogs), loved his cool Hi-Fi (I have all his show-tune recordings and my wife got me an actual record player last year). Loved to try to teach his parrot to cuss (unsuccessfully).
Wow, did we get off track here.