Category Archives: For Dads

Mom Is Not Your Boss

Last month, Tamara and her husband decided to go against their bacon-loving ways and forgo meat. For a month. They have five kids who were also subjected to their 30 Days to Beat the Meat challenge .

Their third child, at age 7, decided to write a persuasive note to her dad.

She wrote:


Nothing like a daughter who can recognize her father’s duress.

But for those of you who may think a husband does not need to answer to his wife, I refer you to My Big Fat Greek Wedding, an opus on relationships.

Now please go to Tamara’s blog, Tamara Out Loud. She is a fab woman and a fab writer who blogs about sex and faith and pole dancing, not always at the same time, but sometimes.

Mean Notes for Daddy

My daughter, Vivian, likes to write.

Last weekend, she and her dad were watching Canada and Germany play soccer in the Women’s World Cup.

Daddy told her not to talk, so she wrote.

At first, Vivian engaged him with trivia.


After a few more pages of questions like “find the nouns in this sentence,” my husband told her he didn’t want to play anymore. He wanted to watch the soccer game.

Vivian answered with notes.

Note 1:

Note 2:

(In case you’re wondering, he’s her biological dad).

Note 3:

Vivian is going into Grade 2, and she’s mastered the art of the note.

In rhyming couplets.

Help me.

Father’s Day Notes, Annotated

I love that I can leave things like Father’s Day cards and crafts to my kids’ teachers. On Friday, both Vivian and William brought home the worst-kept secrets ever: bird houses they painted and built in their Grade One classrooms.

They also brought home letters to their dad.

Here is William’s note. You can see my transcription (and interpretations) below.

Dear Dad [great beginning]

I Love you so much! [This sentence took me a day to write. I told Mom. She says either it’s heartfelt or I spent 44 minutes daydreaming about Decepticons.]

I like shooting bask[ets] with you and playing soccer with you [especially when you I score on you, like I did at last night’s parents vs. children soccer game].

love william [who needs capital letters? e. e. cummings didn’t].

*

Here is Vivian’s letter (William’s twin sister):

Dear Dad [another fab opener],

Thank you for making my life better in the past few years [even though those first four years were very rough].

You ARE the best! [as opposed to…were?]

You buy us things we like [way too much according to Mom], and you play with us.You love us too.

Wow dad I don’t know how you do that [but I plan to google it soon].

You would get a trophy from me…You will! [but Mom doesn’t like letting any more stuff in the house].

Love you[r] daughter Vivian [you know, in case you were thinking I was someone else’s daughter].

Ain’t Nothin’ But a Dad Thang, Baby…

For Father’s Day, I received three gifts from my children, in addition to their very being, of course, which is truly the gift that keeps on giving the whole year through. Oftentimes even in the middle of the night.

In no particular order of importance, I was given:

1. MY VERY OWN PILLOW PET!!! Snuggly Puppy in the house, y’all!

2. A delicious strawberry Father’s Day cake lovingly decorated with pink frosting, a 2-inch layer of sprinkles, and just under 150 candles that spelled out “DAD.” When lit, it was visible from the International Space Station.

3. This letter written by my 7-year-old son, Nolan.

Words are a special gift, especially from loved ones. And they don’t set off fire alarms.

But seriously, Snuggly Puppy!

Yeah, I know, I know.

The letter was the best thang of all.