Father's day, huh?

I've only been a father for a couple of years but in those two brief years I had thought I detected a certain lack of enthusiasm for Father's Day on the part of my wife. Today she confirmed my suspicions. After dutifully making me a delicious ham and egg breakfast and watching me dig in, firmly planted on the couch with the final round of the U.S. Open set to begin on the tv in front of me, she couldn't help but give it away in spades. "Father's day is a joke," she began with a rueful smile. "Here, I'm supposed to let you hang out and watch sports all day long and that's what you do all weekend anyway!" I smiled gleefully back at her, my mouth blissfully full of the fruits of her hard labor. "The only difference is that today I won't nag you about it. Whatever...," she continued good-naturedly yet with a tinge of sincere exasperation.

I told her I loved her and asked for a napkin. (By the way, she's 7 months pregnant so I suppose she's entitled to talk a little smack)

"Daddy...up!" My two year old son, on the other hand, was not so willing to cut me any slack. Suffice it to say that Daddy was up often. Perhaps it was coincidence and perhaps not, but I found it strange that each time my son succeeded in raising me from the couch, it was not long thereafter that Mommy would grease his little palms with a popsicle. Hmmm...

I wouldn't have changed any of it for the wide world.