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| From Piper's Pics |
I woke up bright and early, staring at the mobile my Uncle Ben gave me. With improved eyesight, I focused on the bicycle images when I realized what day it was - Father’s Day! Yippee and Hooray – Father’s Day is one of my most favorite days of the year.
Now, not knowing exactly where my father was (he often disappears from my view) I simply shouted, “Dad, Dad, do you know what day it is? It’s Father’s Day and I just wanted to tell you how much I love you!” Sure enough, Pop’s head appeared in place of the mobile. “Happy’s Father’s Day!” I shouted. Without so much as a reply, Pop picked me up and gave me to Mom. That’s odd I thought, it’s Father’s Day and Pop is giving me to Mom rather than some quality Pop/Daughter time. So I shouted again, “Happy’s Father’s Day! Let’s go climb a tree and eat ice cream!” Again, no response from Pop, however Mom offered me breakfast. Not wanting to see a good meal go to waste (and doubtful that my ice cream request would be taken seriously); I proceeded with my normal breakfast with Mom figuring that I could hang out with Pop later.
Later came and I was thinking of all the fun activities Pop and I could do. I shot a grin at Pop and he grinned back, but as soon as I started to suggest some activities he swooped me up for a walk outside. Booooriiiiing, so I went to sleep until the walk was over.
As soon as I got home I woke up and realized that Father’s Day had all ready began! “Yippee” I exclaimed, “Happy Father’s Day!” In fact I was so excited I get repeating “Happy Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day!! Happy Father’s Day!!!” Well something must have been up with Pop, his mind not always being “with it,” because he stripped me down for a bath despite my protestations. “Dad, don’t you know it’s Father’s Day?” I asked “Why are we taking a bath? We should be out doing father daughter things like barbequing and tandem cyclocross racing.” He did not reply, so I peed on him thinking that would get his attention.
Well, it did, because he started singing some crazy song about insane children peeing because they didn’t have any wool. What do insane children with wool have to do with Father's Day? (or baths for that matter?) Nevertheless, mid verse I found myself in warm sudsy water. Now, don’t get me wrong, normally I like bathing. But I what I really wanted to do was let Pop know it was Father’s Day and I wasn’t sure he quite understood the importance of such a day. So I said, in the most serious tone I could muster, “Dad, why are we not celebrating Father’s Day with drafts of Belgium beer and links of pork sausage? Instead we are taking long walks and sudsy baths? No offense, but we are not old ladies in hoop skirts, so let’s skip the hohum and get to partying – Happy Father’s Day!” No reply other than some more irrelevant gibberish about geese or froggys or something slippery, so I decided to take matters in my own hands.
“HAPPY FATHERS DAY!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. Well, that got his attention and we were out of the tub. Finally, thought, a little father daughter bonding. I was so excited wondering where we would be going. You got to be kiddin me! To my consternation, another walk. Sheesh, Pop is sooo boring. If all we are going to do is walk all day, then I might as well take a nap. So I did.
I guess I must have slept a little longer than I was planning to. I woke up and all was quite and dark. Where was I and what time is it? Oh my goodiegoodgoodness, I missed Father’s Day! So I shouted, “Happy Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day!” Hoping it was not too late. Well, guess who came in - Mom! “Mom, where is Dad? I want to wish him a Happy Father’s Day!” “Shsshh,” she said, “lets get something to eat first and then you can wish him a Happy’s Father’s Day.” And I thought, well since she is here, I might as well eat and I could smell that Pop was still cooking the Father’s Day dinner so I knew I didn’t miss the day. Whew, no more need to shout.
Now, not knowing exactly where my father was (he often disappears from my view) I simply shouted, “Dad, Dad, do you know what day it is? It’s Father’s Day and I just wanted to tell you how much I love you!” Sure enough, Pop’s head appeared in place of the mobile. “Happy’s Father’s Day!” I shouted. Without so much as a reply, Pop picked me up and gave me to Mom. That’s odd I thought, it’s Father’s Day and Pop is giving me to Mom rather than some quality Pop/Daughter time. So I shouted again, “Happy’s Father’s Day! Let’s go climb a tree and eat ice cream!” Again, no response from Pop, however Mom offered me breakfast. Not wanting to see a good meal go to waste (and doubtful that my ice cream request would be taken seriously); I proceeded with my normal breakfast with Mom figuring that I could hang out with Pop later.
Later came and I was thinking of all the fun activities Pop and I could do. I shot a grin at Pop and he grinned back, but as soon as I started to suggest some activities he swooped me up for a walk outside. Booooriiiiing, so I went to sleep until the walk was over.
As soon as I got home I woke up and realized that Father’s Day had all ready began! “Yippee” I exclaimed, “Happy Father’s Day!” In fact I was so excited I get repeating “Happy Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day!! Happy Father’s Day!!!” Well something must have been up with Pop, his mind not always being “with it,” because he stripped me down for a bath despite my protestations. “Dad, don’t you know it’s Father’s Day?” I asked “Why are we taking a bath? We should be out doing father daughter things like barbequing and tandem cyclocross racing.” He did not reply, so I peed on him thinking that would get his attention.
Well, it did, because he started singing some crazy song about insane children peeing because they didn’t have any wool. What do insane children with wool have to do with Father's Day? (or baths for that matter?) Nevertheless, mid verse I found myself in warm sudsy water. Now, don’t get me wrong, normally I like bathing. But I what I really wanted to do was let Pop know it was Father’s Day and I wasn’t sure he quite understood the importance of such a day. So I said, in the most serious tone I could muster, “Dad, why are we not celebrating Father’s Day with drafts of Belgium beer and links of pork sausage? Instead we are taking long walks and sudsy baths? No offense, but we are not old ladies in hoop skirts, so let’s skip the hohum and get to partying – Happy Father’s Day!” No reply other than some more irrelevant gibberish about geese or froggys or something slippery, so I decided to take matters in my own hands.
“HAPPY FATHERS DAY!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. Well, that got his attention and we were out of the tub. Finally, thought, a little father daughter bonding. I was so excited wondering where we would be going. You got to be kiddin me! To my consternation, another walk. Sheesh, Pop is sooo boring. If all we are going to do is walk all day, then I might as well take a nap. So I did.
I guess I must have slept a little longer than I was planning to. I woke up and all was quite and dark. Where was I and what time is it? Oh my goodiegoodgoodness, I missed Father’s Day! So I shouted, “Happy Father’s Day! Happy Father’s Day!” Hoping it was not too late. Well, guess who came in - Mom! “Mom, where is Dad? I want to wish him a Happy Father’s Day!” “Shsshh,” she said, “lets get something to eat first and then you can wish him a Happy’s Father’s Day.” And I thought, well since she is here, I might as well eat and I could smell that Pop was still cooking the Father’s Day dinner so I knew I didn’t miss the day. Whew, no more need to shout.
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| From Piper's Pics |
We all had Father’s Day dinner together, Pop, Mom, Grandpa Joe, Christine, Chris, my friend Nora, Stephen, and Elie. Now this was more like it, finally, some Father’s Day activities – fancy ale, sizzling steak and dirty hash. Chris broke out the truffle oil, Christine made ice cream for our pie, and we all ate and drank. I was soooooo stuffed, I started getting sleepy. After dinner, Pop moved me from his sling to put me in my pajamas. Half asleep I was able to muffle, “happy father’s day….” To which he replied, “thank you for such a wonderful father’s day. I love you kiddo.” And then we both went to sleep.
