I hope you all have a relaxing Sunday filled with the kinds of fun activities (or not) that you enjoy most. That IS what this day is meant to be about.
Now I'm sure you are all really great fathers and role models for your children. If you are a fellow Dad Blogger, know that I read a lot of your posts and I have to tell you, am duly impressed. This New Face of Dads generation is great to see, watch, and read about. Any kid would be lucky to have any of you readers for a their dear old dad. But I have to say, in the realm of great dads there can be only one.
Yes, like Highlander.
If you haven't seen Highlander, you can just stop reading now. This is not your type of Dad Blog. As I said:
THERE. CAN. BE. ONLY. ONE.
So, sorry other dads, but that would be me. If you happen to receive a mug, or a drawing with a certain inscription on it for Father's Day, that's nice but you should know that history is littered with examples of frisbees, yes frisbees, symbolizing excellence in fatherhood.
It's true. Ancient Greek children were actually known to go out on their own on years long pilgrimages to search for rare "Throwable Disks" to be presented to their fathers. But only when the father was held in the highest regard.*
And, If that isn't proof enough, consider that recent cave paintings dating back some 80,000 odd years have been found in Central Europe depicting what can only be described as a child and his father tossing a circular slab of rock back and forth in apparent play.** Amazing!
So, apologies to all others, but I am now World's Best Dad.
I have the Frisbee to prove it:
|Now my most prized possession.|
All previous kidding aside fellas, I look to you all for inspiration. Happy Father's Day!
And Happy Father's Day to my own father too. Thanks Dad. To me, YOU are the World's Best Dad.
* I may have dreamed this
** This may have been a depiction of a hunting scene