I drove to my parents’ house on Sunday for a little Father’s Day dinner.
When I arrived at their house, I saw this:
Some fathers welcome their children into their homes with open arms. Mine tapes an anti-kid bumper sticker to the door.
Dad let me in the house when he saw I had presents for him. Despite his (unsuccessful) efforts to keep me out of his house, I can’t deny the fact that my dad is a fun guy (you know, like a mushroom…fungi).
I think my unique fashion sense may be genetic.
I sang “Happy Father’s Day” (to the tune of “Happy Birthday”… it’s a very versatile tune) to my dad approximately 18 times. I gave him a birthday card that I “fixed” by crossing out birthday and writing Father’s Day (hey, anyone can buy a card — I like to take the time to add a personal touch).
I also gave my dad a celebratory Father’s Day hug.
Don’t let his half-smile fool you — my dad totally digs Father’s Day hugs.
Although he may not admit it, I think my dad was glad his efforts to child proof his home failed.