Son Shea called me the other day and asked “What do you want for Father’s Day? A CD? A tool? A Lowes gift card?” I told him he didn’t have to get me anything but if he really wanted to do something special just get me some crabs and we’ll have those Sunday. Shea, who does crabs for a living, said, “Hell, that’s nothing special. I can get you crabs anytime.” To which I replied “Well, I haven’t had any yet, so let’s do it Sunday.” Thus, that’s the plan.
Just this a.m. I had to smile when reading the following from a sports blogsite Kissing Suzy Kolber:
Mom: “Hi. Father’s Day is this weekend. Your father wants to get a bushel of crabs and eat them out on the deck. Can you pick up some beer?”
Me: “Okay.”
Mom: “Great. See you on Sunday.”
WOOHOO! Thanks for being low-maintenance, dads. Oh, and for raising us and stuff, if in fact you’re one of those guys who was actually into parenting.”
Happy Father’s Day to all you low maintenance dudes.