Terrible Dad Award
April 15, 2010
It’s official, I just got the terrible dad award. I went for a jog today (5 miles) and had to take a shower afterwards but my Beloved went for her run at the same time… leaving me in charge of our four kids. My youngest son likes to take showers any time I take one so he jumped on in. After the shower we dried off and I got dressed… but I forgot to put a diaper on Johnny.
I know, I know, I should have remembered to put a diaper on him and get dressed but what went through my mind was, “Go downstairs and get some work done.” Angie came home from her run I hear her upstairs, “Johnny, where is your diaper?” I get the medal and everything. It’s made of petrified cow pie and has an image of a 3rd world father whipping his son with a mammoth tusk. Since the beginning of civilized family the Terrible Dad Award has been passed around from family to family every time a dad fails at being a mom.
Today is my day. Here’s my medal. Some other clown who is texting during his daughter’s first ballet performance will have to wear this thing tomorrow.