My kids are still asleep. When they were little, they’d wake up at about 6:30 on Father’s Day morning and give me their gifts: my daughter made me a toolbox one year, it’s still one of my favorite things ever. My son spent several years making things that got lost (apparently) on the long road between his classroom and our house, but he did give me a keyholder that I still use everyday.
I spoil them. I try not to, you know it isn’t good for them. I make them get a job every summer (delivering the Gazette last summer and this) and the boy will be learning to drive this summer. My daughter is the youngest and she’s growing up so fast it’s a blur.
I mentioned to my wife yesterday maybe we should have another one. The look she gave me either said “I don’t think so” or “I plan to poison you.” Either way, we’ve bagged our quota and all is well.
Happy Father’s Day, Dads.