June 17, 2007

Wild Father's Day

Let me say first, before I start today's story, Happy Father's Day to my husband and to TGOO! I had a whole post in my head about the type of fathers they are, wondering how they became such truly great Dads, and then today happened and its a Bones story, and so we now have the following post.

I took the kids shopping for Father's Day cards. I never read what they pick, or usually I don't, as its so damn agonizing for them and I can't watch. I do my grocery shopping and a half hour later they're still reading every daggum card. It kind of makes me a little bit nuts, kinda sorta.

And so today, Bones was finished first as he's really really into cards that you flip open and they play songs. Really into. I got one for Mother's Day, and lo' and behold, there was one for Father's Day, pushing his card selection to a record time of 5 seconds flat.

'Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom,' he exclaimed, 'It plays Wild Thing!' as he opened it in the grocery store to have me listen.

I did a little dance in the aisle to the song and said, "Great card!" and threw it in the cart and continued my shopping.

Flash forward to his father receiving the card. My Better Half opens it up and starts to read it:

You are the ONE
Who makes my toes curl!

Me: *Blink* hmmmm

Better Half: Who makes my thoughts swirl.
Who makes my eyes twinkle.
Who makes my sheets wrinkle.


Better half: Makes my sheets wrinkle?

Me *starting to laugh*: Oh holy crap...

Better half opens the card to hear Wild Thing playing: You make my days sing! You are my everything! Happy Father's Day.

Now at this point, Bones is grinning ear to ear, he is so happy with his card, the other two boys are jamming to Wild Thing and my husband is thanking him, kissing him on the forehead.

I had to look away to keep from laughing. Later on I said to him, "Wow. Sorry I didn't read the cards before I bought them..."

He replied, "Why?"

Me: Who makes my sheets wrinkle? Who makes my toes curl? That's not a card that is supposed to come from your kid... that's a card that is supposed to come from YOUR WIFE!

Better Half: OH! Heh! You're right! I was wondering where that sheet wrinkling came from.

I still can't quit laughing every time I see that card. I can't wait until Bones is 18 and I show it to him. Good Grief.

Posted by Boudicca at June 17, 2007 09:26 PM | TrackBack

OMG that is funny!! Definitely keep that one!

Posted by: Sissy at June 17, 2007 09:58 PM


Posted by: Morrigan at June 17, 2007 10:15 PM

OH, that was funny! Add it to the blackmail box for when he's in high school ;) .

Posted by: PeggyU at June 18, 2007 03:01 AM

The advantage of NOT reading what they get. ;-)

Posted by: vw bug at June 18, 2007 06:04 AM

The boy almost bought that same card! I never even read it . . . HOLY CRAP!

Posted by: oddybobo at June 18, 2007 08:33 AM

He could be wrinkling the sheets when they are wrestling in bed!

Posted by: Quality Weenie at June 18, 2007 11:13 AM

You could also use that card when you are giving Bones "The Talk" in two more years.

Posted by: Denny at June 18, 2007 11:45 AM

That's funny!

Posted by: Dash at June 18, 2007 12:04 PM

Bwhahahahah! That poor kid has no freakin' idea how much blackmail material you have on his butt!

Posted by: Graumagus at June 18, 2007 01:55 PM