Lucky for dads, Father’s Day comes during the summer. Far away are the days of clever teachers getting their students to skewer their moms under the guise of making Mommy a craft.
But now, we have the internet. Turns out it’s a great venue for
skewering Daddy letting Daddy know how much we love and appreciate him. So, here goes the “craft” minus all that messy construction paper and glue.
A Father’s Day Interview for Daddy
Me: “What is Daddy’s favorite food?”
Me: “What makes Daddy happy?”
6yo: “When I hug him & don’t whine.”
3yo: “When we kiss him.”
Me: “What makes Daddy sad?”
6yo: “Hitting him and kicking him everywhere.”
3yo: “When we don’t give him kisses.”
Me: “What would Daddy’s super hero name be?”
3yo: “SuperCup” (She can’t stay serious for long. I was expecting something with the word ‘toilet’.)
Me: “What is the silliest thing Daddy does?”
6yo: “Say his name is SuperDaddy when he plays superheroes with us.”
3yo: “Tickles us.”
He’s lucky. Our kids aren’t that brutal. Yet.
In all seriousness, though, this man right here?
He took our firstborn to work with him every day until he was nine months old. Every. Single. Day.
He has changed as many diapers, fixed as many bottles, and walked screaming babies as many miles across cold hardwoods in the middle of the night as I have. Probably more, if I’m being honest.
He stayed in that E.R. room with C that horrible night when I couldn’t take it anymore and had to leave. For all of my days, I won’t forget that.
He’s eaten pretend broccoli cakes and drank pretend green bean tea while wearing a tiara. I’m not sure he’s ever been more attractive to me.
The man is not perfect. (Put the new toilet paper roll ON THE HOLDER, for the love of pete!) But he has mastered his role as a father—simultaneously leading and serving his family.
I have to say that back, almost fifteen years ago, when I wore the shortest shorts I could find and flirted my head off with the handsome, but lanky busboy clearing the tables I waited, I had no idea that I was hitting the Daddy Jackpot.