Father’s Day

Somehow I managed to get six kids to clean the house tonight simply by asking them. No complaints: They broke ranks and somehow figured out what needed to be done:  EJ is washing the dishes; Pipo is sweeping the floors and finding all sorts of knick knacks; Tommy is “organizing” the cubbies; Margaret puts on music and sorts the bad mail (bills) from the good mail (Tom and Margaret Curtain 50th wedding anniversary); Charlie seems to find soccer balls everywhere; Emma is chanting, “When in doubt, throw it out.” I am on the couch pointing with my crutches and telling them to disregard the mess on the coffee table (my mess). If I could get this miracle to repeat itself daily, you would see me on reality TV: “Superdad Reveals His Secrets to Subservient Children”.

One by one they break out of their routine and sprawl on the couches and on the arms of oversized leather chairs and laugh at some Disney Channel inanity. Tommy sits next to me with a plastic turtle he made for me (found in the recesses of his cubby) and asks when is Father’s Day?

I give him a hug and tell him: “Today....”

Comments

[Nicholas Schwartz]

The ending part was funny, because the 7th isn't father's day, but it was really nice of your kids to do that.

Nicholas