The Blogfathers

As a father, I’m used to being the most important person in my family. Why just last night soon after I got home (way past the kids’ bedtime), my wife was telling me how Luke (my almost-4-year-old) was all “Daddy this!” and “Daddy that!” “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” I’ve said this before, I’ll say it again: My son is very bright.

Yesterday morning the kids woke up (while I was already on the train to work) and discovered that their mother had small heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, little bears, and Valentine’s cards for them, just waiting on the kitchen table. Naturally, my wife had gone to the trouble of picking these out, selecting cards, and writing a short note to the kids on them. The night before, I put down my magazine long enough to sign my own name to them as well and add a few words at my wife’s behest.

So Luke opens his card, sees my hand-writing… “Daddy gave me this card!”

His mother tells him that BOTH Mama and Daddy gave him this card.

“Daddy gave me this card!” Luke says.

And you know, I think Luke has a lot to teach my year-old daughter, who — so far — has a 1-word vocabulary consisting of “Mama!” [eye roll]

She’ll come around.

Male Bondsmen