Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is “soap on a rope.” – Bill Cosby
I can fully relate to this quote. Dads aren’t usually the recipients of top-notch presents. I can’t complain too much though because my kids’ budgets limited them to dollar store Christmas shopping. However, to influence the process, I visited the store beforehand, painstakingly selected a few CDs that I wanted, placed them in a conspicuous location, and asked my wife, KayEm, to guide the kids towards them. After several minutes in the store, KayEm brought the kids back to the van with a despondent look on her face.
“Let me say sorry in advance,” she said. “I tried to convince them to purchase the items you wanted, but they had their own ideas.”
On Christmas day, Nee and N were eager for me to open my gifts. Both sat wide-eyed with anticipation. I opened my daughter’s gift first. She got me a “Chico and the Man” DVD. I don’t know why she selected this particular show. What is it about me that made her think that I would enjoy a sitcom about a cranky old, Jewish mechanic and a twenty-something Chicano? I haven’t seen an episode of “Chico and the Man” in at least 25 years and she’s never even heard of the series.
“Do you like it, daddy?” she asked.
“Of course, I do princess,” I responded and gave her a big hug and kiss.
Next I opened my son’s gift. He watched with a huge, cheesy grin as I removed the wrapping paper to discover a remote control car.
“Do you like it,” he asked.
“Sure, son,” I replied.
“Can I play with it?”
“I thought you got it for me?
“I did, but I want to play with it too.”
I placed some batteries in the car and handed it over to him. I haven’t seen it since.
At least I still have my DVD. I’m sure that no one will want to borrow that gift.
Question: Did you get any “dad” gifts this Christmas?