Happy Father’s Day, Friends! I don’t have much to say, except I locked my keys in the van today, and my wife came to my rescue. Since my wife was the one who talked me into trading my full-sized truck for a van in the first place, I figure we’re even now. Or closer to even.
A very special thank you goes out to all the fathers reading this. And you know what, it also goes out to those who act more fatherly and do more fatherly things for people than some fathers do. I think it was the great sage Laurence Fishburne in Boyz n the Hood who stated that any fool with a, um…can I say schmeckle on here? If so, I’ll paraphrase him this way: “Any fool with a schmeckle can make a baby; it takes a real man to raise his children.”
And that’s true, my friends. It’s also why I have to cut this blog post short. My kids are ready to wrestle. I want to make sure I not only keep my schmeckle safe, but that I spend time with my kids too.
Now aren’t your hearts warmer?