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upon entering the restaurant, the young hostess looked at my 4 year old son and said "well, aren't you the cutest!"
i replied "thank you,... oh you meant my son, not me, never mind"
it is time to take me out the woods and shoot me.
although i have been a father for some time now, it was not until that moment i realized my razor sharp wit had been replaced with standard issued dad humor.
i could hear her thoughts... "yeah, never heard that one before, nice one, you pathetic, feeble old fart. only 20 more minutes till tyler picks me up in his eclipse. i wonder if i should get the 10 gauge or 12 gauge barbell."
i wanted to retract that lame ass joke and show the hostess how cool i really am (or was at one time). i wanted her to know i'm down with hall and oates . i wanted her to know i have a closet full of skinny ties, chuck taylors, wrap around sunglasses and sleeveless t-shirts with japanese characters on them. i wanted her to know i have pac man on atari 2600.
actually, on second thought, i am not really too concerned with becoming "dad" because the next step will be not caring i am "dad". i will not care how dark socks look with running shorts. i will not care that the waistband of my pants is only an inch under my nipples. i will not care that my nose and ear hair is freaking you out.
Posted by griff at April 14, 2003 11:26 AM