Last year I found an idea for Father's Day on this website that I thought would be perfect for Tyler. A crate of "hero" stuff for the guy who has dreams of being a superhero every other night. Of course, I filed it away in the back of my mind and didn't do anything else until one Saturday when I heard a Father's Day ad on the radio. I had a slight panic attack, because I would have forgotten about it had this ad not miraculously come on. So the kids and I spent that Saturday getting everything ready. When we finally finished around 11:30 that night I was feeling pretty proud that Tyler wouldn't be forgotten on Father's Day. The next morning I woke up early and the kids brought him breakfast in bed. The hero kit was going to be "delivered" after church, and Max and Tessa couldn't wait. However, while at church I noticed that no one was saying anything about Father's Day. As it turns out, Father's Day was still TWO weeks away. I felt slightly unintelligent, but I chalked it up to being pregnant, and figured it would always be something funny we'd remember.
Fast forward to June of this year. It suddenly occurred to me that
Father's Day was coming up so I asked Tyler if it was on Sunday. He replied, "Oh, I was hoping you'd forget." (You know, so he could play the pity card and get special treatment for the rest of the year.) I took that as a "yes" and had another late Saturday getting everything ready. Just call me the procrastinator. I woke up early and made him a special breakfast. Again, at church I noticed that no one said a word about fathers. As it turns out I was a week early this year. Tyler was a good sport about it, and decided that the Sunday prior to Father's Day could just be Tyler's Day from now on. But I'm pretty sure that something is wrong with me, and I am more than a little worried that soon I won't be able to function in this world.
To this day Max still calls peanuts "hero nosh". One day Max and Tyler were playing light sabers and Max said, "Hang on Daddy, I gotta grab some hero nosh."
Since Tyler loves rootbeer so much, this year he got a bunch of gourmet rootbeer and an icecream maker for rootbeer floats. Max and Tessa LOVED this "giant can of rootbeer".
My kids are so lucky to have Tyler as their dad. And I am so lucky to have Tyler to make up for my countless shortcomings as a parent.
