I've gotten a couple of e-mails asking about father's day RE: the father of my children, as opposed to my actual FATHER.
WELL. Allow me to shamelessly trumpet: I AM THE COOLEST WIFE IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE.
First, I pretended to forget ALL ABOUT Father's Day. I am not sure he bought it, but I DID pretty much go for the Oscar with the self recriminations and breast beating!
"OH! OH! WOE! HOW COULD I FORGET! WAIL! TEETH GNASHING! NO CARD FOR YOU EVEN! NO TIE! NOT EVEN A WORLD'S GREATEST DAD KEY CHAIN! MY INADEQUACIES ARE TOO GREAT! I SORROW FOR YOU!"
Meanwhile, I had SECRETLY arranged for a sitter, and when she showed up, Scott said, "Oh Hi, Sitter, what are you doing here?"
And I said, "She is here because YOU are being taken out to see BATMAN BEGINS!"
And he got a hopeful gleam in his eye and said, "In the theatre? Like PEOPLE?"
And it was a VERY good movie. 2 thumbs WAY up.
I had also arranged for his good friend and his wife to meet us, and afterwards we went out for drinks and stuffed mushrooms and let the two men talk about issues of GREAT IMPORT, like had the movie caught the SPIRIT of the REAL BATMAN without being strictly canonical. AND How and in what degree had it deviated, and which artist drew what issues and blahblahblah until it sounded a little like adults in the Charlie Brown cartoons...wah wah waaah waaah wah.
When we got home, we sent the sitter off and stood together for a minute, and I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight.
Me: *sweetly, staring up into his eyes* I love you, and I am very glad that you are the father of my children.
Him: Yeah. Me too...Cuz if I wasn't? I'd be mad.
That's my guy.Posted by joshilyn at June 23, 2005 1:20 PM