When dads go wrong
This is an older rant, but it still happens on a daily basis .
Awhile ago, I was lucky enough to receive one of those really cool glowing pens. It’s so cool that I said "sweet" and crawled under my desk to see the glowing action. In my attempt to be "cool dad" I brought my new toy home to show my wife and boys. Melissa, with all the enthusiam she could muster over a pen said, "hey thanks." My 4 year old boy, Jack, saw it and said "sweet" and crawled under the kitchen table to see the glowing action.
Seeing my 4 year old happy made me feel good...strong...you know, like a cool dad.
My moment in the sun, with hands on hips and my cape billowing ended 30 seconds later. My youngest son, Sam, crawled under the kitchen table and took the pen from Jack. Jack took it back.
Sam hit Jack in the forehead with a Little People bus. Jack put Sam in a headlock and grabbed the
pen out of the 2 year olds tight fingers, then pushed his head into a chair. (this all happened in
about 10 seconds).
At this point, seeing my coolness factor plummet, I weakly say "lets share boys". I’m sure they heard me over their own crying and high-pitched screaming. Melissa comes in, separates the boys, takes the offending pen and gives it to me. With a laser stare and teeth grit, she says,"I suggest you put this somewhere." Hearing all the commotion, my oldest, Solomon, comes in and sees me carrying the pen and asks if he can play with it. "No" I said, "Nobody will be playing with this pen". Solomon gives me a look that says, "Dad, you suck" and just like that...
Hero to zero.
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