Courtesy of the author
One time when I was a kid, I wrapped up one of my Matchbox cars
and gave it to my dad as a “present.” I don’t recall the occasion
— his birthday, Father’s Day, Christmas, could have been any of
them. My dad never mentioned that I had just wrapped up one of my
toys and handed it off to him. Instead, he was delighted to
receive it, and we played with it together for a while. He even
gave it back to me later when I asked for it.
This moment with my pop taught me to just enjoy the gifts your
kids give you, no matter what they may be. He didn’t care why I
gave it to him. He just appreciated that I wanted to give him a
When I went to the kitchen on Father’s Day and found an odd
presentation, a breakfast that my girls were really proud of, I
hesitated for a heartbeat, and then dove right in like I had
been given a plate of eggs Benedict and a giant mimosa. And you
know what? Once I got past the weird phallic presentation, this
breakfast tasted pretty delicious — because my kids had made
it for me with love. Also, almond butter with a banana is a
pretty classic combination.
Luckily, however, they didn’t ask for it back.
Author photo by Rasmus Skousen
From the book Being a Dad is Weird: Lessons in Fatherhood
from My Family to Yours by Ben Falcone. Copyright 2017 by
Miss Y Inc. Reprinted by permission of Dey Street Books, an
imprint of HarperCollins Publishers.