HAPPY FATHER'S DAY

I called my grandkids (the older ones) yesterday to ask them some questions about their dad and grandpa.  I caught them outside playing with their dad so only William was a willing participant.  Maia said hello and then went off to play.  Lilah kept me on the phone for ten minutes saying hello about every three minutes but then nothing else.

William is five and a half now and is becoming quite aware of the things going on around him so his answers were more informative and correct than cute and funny.  He did not totally disappoint.  He was right when he told me that daddy's favourite food was pizza and cheese and that grandpa's was spicy stuff but I did have to chuckle when he told me that daddy's favourite thing to do for himself was lie around. He gave the same answer for grandpa.  Quite frankly it is very rarely that I see either one of them do this.  He guessed his daddy's age within a year but was a little off on grandpa's putting him at 109 years old.  He thought I was 33.  I love that boy.

William told me that his dad's favourite thing to do with him is play games with him.  He went into great detail about the kind of games they would play and as he was relating his experiences I could feel the great love he had for his dad.  I'm proud of my son for being that kind of father to his children.

The final question I asked William was "If daddy could be anything in this world, what would he be?"

"Superman" was his reply. With all his Dad has on his plate right now he is a superman. He thought grandpa would be a fireman.  Considering grandpa can't light a fire without a half gallon of gasoline this might be a good job for him. 

So to all you dads out there, have a Happy Father's Day.  

DAD LIFE

One last post on Father's Day.

Enjoy!

ROY

My father-in-law once told me that at his age nothing really embarrassed him anymore.  I took this as a
challenge and have spent the last number of years taking almost every opportunity I can to do just that.  I can make him disappear faster than ice cream at a kids birthday party  and it's pretty funny to watch.   I once pretended to be intellectually handicapped while standing in a checkout line of the Warehouse ( a chain store in New Zealand).  He was standing behind me in line and when I turned to see his reaction he was gone not just away from the line but right out the door of the store.  I don't think I could have even moved that fast.
"I know people in there." he complained to me later.   I laughed.
There was the time we had dinner at a fancy chinese restaurant and I did a very brutal imitation of a chinese accent as we were paying at the front, again he disappeared but maybe that was because he didn't want to pay.   He's put up with me putting grapes in his bed, locking him out of his hotel room with nothing but a towel wrapped around  his waist,  and warning him that the fly of his pants is down when it's not (he just can't help himself, he has to check) and yet he still makes me feel like I am his favourite daughter-in-law, and even though I give him no respect (he's frequently the butt of all my jokes)  I love him more than words can say.
Happy Father's Day Dad!   Thanks for being such a great sport.