The Master of Puppets
Hygiene Chronicles | June 24Most of us have resolved ourselves that we get two types of Father’s day gifts; those we don’t want and those that are homemade. Typically, we are doused with ties or pajamas or video collections on dead guys from the Civil War. It’s sweet, but I don’t need anymore of that or anything else I’m just going to sell on Craigslist or give away to Goodwill.
On the other spectrum, I personally love the homemade ones more. They are sentimental and take thought. This year, I received two amazing father’s day gifts.
The first was this homemade garden stepping stone. Cast in concrete, this beautiful memory features the date and my son’s name & little handprint. It also has a variety of glass pieces and stones that he careful placed into the drying cement. Once it cures, it will become an everlasting part of the garden, solidly marking a time when a four-year boy was filled with wonder.
Sentiment is great. It’s probably the second best thing a dad could want.
But give me a spouse who listens, and you can take all those sentimental gifts and chuck ‘em.
Hells Bells, baby. My partner bought the AC/DC shirt for my son on Father’s Day. Three weeks of lamenting and whining paid off with the hugest bounty ever. I’ll sit through ten more hours of Higglytown Heroes for what I consider to be my favorite gift ever. Just when you write-off that your spouse doesn’t listen, they deliver.
Wrapped on the kitchen table, next to my coffee cup was a package with the card, “To my 80’s-rock daddy.” I tore open the present like a little kid at Christmas. I grabbed the shirt by both shoulders and held it to the sky as if Angus himself had thrown it to me.
My parents who were visiting, looked up from reading the morning paper.
“I don’t understand why you’re so excited,” my mom said.
I recover from the exhilaration. “Because I…er…he’s been wanting this shirt for weeks. It’s only the greatest band that ever lived.”
She looked at my partner. “He used to walk around at home with his headphones singing Maiden Lady.”
ARGH! “Iron Maiden. Seriously, can any of you get these bands right?”
And like the caring dad I am, I paused the current Disney-movie-of the-week that we had already watched six times that weekend and made my son model my his newest shirt.
“Dude, is that not the coolest thing ever?” I asked.
“No. I want the Dalmatians.”
I paused. Dang, he must be a GNR fan.
LOLLL GNR fan. I am brainwashing mine, via my ipod in the car, to love all that was hair glory music. Mommy, is this Skin Row? *sniff - so proud* Long live AC/DC!!
Funny. Very funny. We’ve had Madagarscar on a non-stop loop for 2 months now. Ontop of it all, I bought myself a Sirius radio for Stern and the Alt Rock stations — and find that I’m only listening to a station called KidStuff.
You’re truly a father when it’s not about you anymore, and it’s all about the child. Congratulations! (smile)
I think you are on the same wavelength as my husband. This year he was most excited by a t-shirt with a Big Wheel on it that said, “Old School.” The Big Wheel, almost as good as AC/DC.
See, now if I can get my husband to let my daughter where a Metallica t-shirt…
Giving your child the gift of METAL is perhaps the best thing you can give him in life. When he’s old enough, get him a guitar and teach him the power chord… he’ll thank you for the rest of his life.
Fear not, my friend…Little Angus will soon understand the tremendous gift he has been given. He must be thinking of the “Fly on the Wall” era AC/DC…
Just give him a couple years before he bites the head off his first bat.
Along the same lines as your son’s AC/DC shirt, I recently purchased a t-shirt for my son that says AB/CD on it with a little lightening bolt in between the B and C. It totally cracked me up.
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Looking at the picture of the boy with the AC/DC shirt could you tell me where your friend got it? My boyfriend actually has the same one but it’s ripped to hell and we can’t find a new one.
Thanks,
Tara. =D