PART I
From the car seat Q yells out with a joyful deviance:
“DAD IT’S A TIE!”
“DAD WE GOT YOU A TIE FOR FATHER’S DAY!”
“IT’S A TIE!”
That was the Friday before Fathers Day… but this story does not end here.
PART II
Q bursts into the house. On the kitchen
table is a Macy’s bag and a Panera bag. She rushes over to get the
present. I had to open it right then and there. It’s still Friday.
She grabs the Panera bag.
“HERE YOU GO DAD, HERRRRRRE’S YOUR TIE!”
So I open the bag and pull out a stale half eaten roll.
“THAT’S NOT IT!”
Realizing her mistake she marches back to the table and returns with the Macy’s bag and a rejuvenated smile.
“HERRRRRRE’S YOUR TIE!”
Looking inside I see carefully folded wrapping tissue and a package of Martha Stewart cupcake liners. I pull out the cupcake liners.
“THAT’S NOT IT EITHER!”
The joy returns quickly as she swipes the bag away and demands me the wrapping tissue.
“HERRRRRRE’S YOUR TIE!”
Playing along carefully I unravel the wrapping paper fold by fold, but there is nothing but empty inside.
“WHAT THE F*CK!”
(Ok she didn’t actually say that… but it sure looked like that!)
With that she plunges her arm into the Macy’s bag and confidently pulls out the remaining item and her biggest smile yet.
“HERE IT IS, HERRRRRRE’S YOUR TIE!”