Today is Father’s Day in the US, so I got a bunch of little gifts from the kids. The Pip’s was just a construction-paper card mostly made by his teachers, with a bit of scribble on it. SteelyKid’s, though, included a fill-in-the-blank booklet that she wrote on and drew pictures to go with.
Some of the pictures are extremely detailed and colorful, such as this one where she describes a conversation we have Every. Single. Night.:
(SteelyKid is a terrible eater, and it’s a struggle to get her to eat anything. She’ll find all sorts of things to do other than eating her dinner– asking for more drinks, long trips to the bathroom, telling elaborate stories…)
There’s also this tribute to my being the biggest and the strongest (though I do sometimes exercise, I swear):
I’m as tall as a ceiling and as strong as a gorilla. She made a valiant effort to sound out both of those words, ending up with “seeling” and “grilau.” I admire the fact that she didn’t shy away from tricky words, and kind of amazed that they have kindergarteners doing that sort of thing these days.
(What really boggles the mind is her math– she’s already doing proto-algebra (“What plus 5 is 13?” and “20 minus what is 16?”). I’m going to be teaching her about differential equations in middle school, at this rate…)
But, of course, the highlight of the whole booklet is:
Really, there’s not much to say to that beyond “Awww….” As frustrating as dinner time sometimes gets, I really do have pretty awesome kids.
Of course, whatever good things I do as a dad, I’m copying from my own father, shown here with The Pip a few weeks back:
So, thanks, Dad, and Happy Father’s Day to all those who would be likely to appreciate such wishes. The rest of you, have a nice Sunday.