This week we wrapped up the school year. Among the end-of-the-year fun was checking out the yearbook. Who looks cool? Who will regret that picture forever? Who is that?
Since the only copy in our house belongs to my teenage daughter, I didn't get to see the whole thing. (Seriously, what could be worse than your dad seeing what your friends, including those once stinky, icky boys, wrote to you in your school scrapbook? So I didn't peek at every page.) But I saw the most-important ones.
This year the theme of the book was heroes. Besides the kid's picture and their name, there's also a name of a person who they picked as their hero. The answers run the gamut-- sports stars, comic book characters, presidential candidates. Even a character named "Zero the Hero" made a good showing. Apparently the math mascot made a big impression on the little ones in kindergarten.
But the best of the bunch was written under one of my kid's pix. His hero is? His dad.
I smiled at him and told him that's the best thing that's happened to me all year. He smiled a shy grin, gave me a hug and said, "You're the best daddy in the whole world."
I let that sink in for a moment. Then--the other shoe dropped.
About that same time his twin and our youngest starting fighting over the computer. Before I could get to the trouble the feisty four-year-old started hitting his brother. Everyone in our family knows using your fists will land your butt in a time out.
He struggled and screeched as I took him to the time out chair. By the time I got him to actually sit down, he'd worked himself into a complete toddler tizzy.
"You have a time out because we don't hit people in our house," I told him as I left to set the timer.
Crying and kicking, he screamed, "You are the WORST DADDY in the WHOLE WORLD!"
You win some, you lose some. Such is the life of a father…
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