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Sunday, June 20, 2010

Father's Day

When a child is born, a father is born. A mother is born, too of course, but at least for her it's a gradual process. Body and soul, she has nine months to get used to what's happening. She becomes what's happening. But for even the best-prepared father, it happens all at once. On the other side of a plate-glass window, a nurse is holding up something roughly the size of a loaf of bread for him to see for the first time.

4 years: My Daddy can do anything!
7 years: My Dad knows a lot…a whole lot.
8 years: My father does not know quite everything.
12 years: Oh well, naturally Father does not know that either.
14 years: Oh, Father? He is hopelessly old-fashioned.
21 years: Oh, that man-he is out of date!
25 years: He knows a little bit about it, but not much.
30 years: I must find out what Dad thinks about it.
35 years: Before we decide, we will get Dad's idea first.
50 years: What would Dad have thought about that?
60 years: My Dad knew literally everything!
65 years: I wish I could talk it over with Dad once more.

Appreciate... cause without 'him's, we are nothing.



Katkat said...
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Katkat said...

so are u appreciating that ur daddy know literally everything??
if so.. ur 60!!! lou jorr lerr=)) weeeeeee^^ hehe:p

Ricky said...

lol! I think I know more! haha

Katkat said...

so where is that on the list?? ur alien.. weeee=)) hahaXD

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