Happy Father's Day

I never paid much attention to Father's Day. Sure, we'd throw the old man a bone every third year or so, but he always seemed as pleased when a year passed sans tie as with. When Sadeeq became a father my esteem for the holiday rose marginally. All right, very marginally. But it was only when I became a father that I realized just how important this holiday really is. I mean, where would we all be without fathers? More importantly, what peace would we enjoy if we didn't keep our fathers appeased with good swag on a yearly basis? Sure, Madwoman endured four days of labor making me a father. But I figure that only means it's all been downhill for her from there. Meanwhile, I've taught Poopypuppy critical life lessons like how funny it is when people burp and how you can eat anything that wasn't on the floor for more than ten seconds. So remember the dads, people (Dad, if you're reading this your tie is in the mail). And to all you Rumpusers who are dads and to all our paternal readers, Happy Father's Day!