Things my kids have taught me

D, I'm a Dad...  and this is my chair... ahem, The Chair. 
(Available at your local Bassett Furniture Direct.)

All Dads have to have a place to dispense wisdom, to sit as they pretend to preside over their progeny.  You remember the father from Mary Poppins, don't you?  "My slippers, sherry and pipe are due at six-oh-two," and all that???  Well, it's not quite like that in my house... not even close.  But this year, in the Ninth Year of My Fatherhood, and after years of painstaking research and waiting, waiting... NOT settling for just any old wing-back, recliner, or department store knockoff, I aquired it.  The Chair.

And in this Chair of soft buttery leather, I am the recipient--not the dispenser--of pearls of wisdom from my three young ones, such as:

• "Daddy, what's a question?
  
• "Daddy, will my name still be Danny when I'm grown-up?"
  
• "But why, Daddy?
   - "I don't know, sweetheart."
  [Pause.  Whew!]
  "But what do you think?
  
• [My oldest son, watching a parade:]
  "Daddy, when will they play, "My Country tiverslee?"
  
• [After singing "I can't smile without you" to my daughter, then 3 yrs old:]
  "Daddy, do you smile at work sometimes?"

More to come

• [At Chuck E. Cheese's in January, our youngest son, 5, played the game where you shoot the water pistol into a target.  The one with the best aim wins.  I took him to the men's room just before we left.  As he's washing his hands, he dead-pans the following:]
  "Dad, I peed into the hole the whole time.  Where are my tickets?!?"

Comments

[Lisa Marshall]

I love this entry. As a mother of a five year-old daughter, I can relate. We have a shortage of toilet paper and scotch-tape in our house, always (five year-old girls love to tape stuff - anything - together.
Lisa