Father’s Day Recap
Monday, June 21st, 2010
Believe me. I'm not joking when I say, this is actually a father/son duo in this picture. Ugh.
It is by no small coincidence that my children’s visit to me during the summer also includes Father’s Day. Yesterday’s was one of my best, and I’ll tell you why in a second. Before I do, I want to say this one thing. Over the course of Father’s Day yesterday, I saw a lot of Dad hate going on. And, if that’s your particular brand of whiskey, have at it. But, I also saw that publically getting annoyed with people who simply wanted to say Happy Father’s Day to their father’s on the internet. I have to say, I was offended in no small part by the assumption that most men simply don’t care for their children. Financially or emotionally. I’m not saying it doesn’t happen, (and if it happened to you, I’m sorry) but I will say that you don’t see this kind of negative sentiment come Mother’s Day, and I’ve seen plenty of horrible mothers out there. Capisce? Very well. Let’s get on to my excellent Father’s Day, and speak no more of this, after the jump!
ThatCostumeGirl and her mother took all of us out to see The Wizard of Oz. Not the movie. THIS Wizard of Oz, and I have to say, it lived up to all my expectations of it. But, my greatest expectation (What? I can’t improve on Dickens?) was for my son, who had never been to a live show other than his participation in his school’s production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as an Oompa Loompa. He adored the show, and was not self-conscious about liking a musical, as I had feared he would be. He was attentive, he laughed the whole time, and…and…well, he threatened me during intermission. He said that he was going to go to sleep during the show. I said no. He asked why. Then I threatened him with gross bodily harm if he did so. He laughed, and then took a nap during the rest of intermission. I’m glad he thought I was kidding. Then again, wasting a seven year old at an afternoon production of The Wizard of Oz wouldn’t have been in the best form. At least, not on Father’s Day. My daughter, as I’ve mentioned previously, was taken to see Wicked when she was at an age to appreciate it, and my son would have been too young for it.
Not only did we have a good time, but ThatCostumeGirl’s father did as well, which was important to me. I don’t know why. He’s not my father, after all. But, as you may have guessed, the parents that produced such an odd creature as ThatCostumeGirl must be awesome themselves. And, they are. They also love my kids, and the feeling is mutual. Then, we were taken to PF Chang’s. This was my first visit to the Chinese restaurant, and DAMN was it good. I thought the boy was going to balk over it, with his constantly asking “What KIND of Chinese food, Daddy?”. But I’ll be damned if he didn’t eat almost three plates himself. The little hog. My little girl (and, yes, I will continue to call her that as long as I can) ate up, and, might I add, loved the show (See, not only do I produce beautiful children, but they also have good taste!). Then they gave me some cards and DVDs of The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, and Hang’em High! Though, I think that might have been a misstep for them, as now they’re forced to watch these movie. I’ll let you know how that goes.
Hey! What’s the point of having your own blog if you can’t be self indulgent from time to time. My children, my fiance, and her parents all showed me an amazing time yesterday, and I just want to say, publically, thank you. It was nice to have all these people around me, and not be depressed when this particular holiday came around.
Thanks again, and I love you all. (The people I mentioned before…not you, random internet user! Go read some of my other stuff, it’s much better, and probably what you came here to read!)
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