Wife ran and bought me one (thus breaking the Sabbath, but the ox was in the mire, people. Or my face looked ridiculous. One of those two things) and brought it back for me.
When she handed it to me, she came in close to whisper something about potty training Viva (it's time... pre-school is imminent)(also, there's really nothing more tantalizing than the whisperings of your lover about teaching your almost-three-year-old how to put her poopoo in the potty) and in the middle of her discussion of the purchase of diapers and not wanting to change any more poopy diapers, she stopped short.
Wife: Oh, holy crap, you have a gray hair.
Me: Another one?
Wife: (screams) You have a crop of them! There's a whole section of gray hairs.
Me: Really? Are you serious?
Wife: (picking at my head) I'm totally serious! One, two, three, four...(counts up to fourteen)
Me: Stop. I've gotta see this. (walks to the bathroom.) I can't believe I have a patch of gray hair.
Anna who recently looked at our gray-haired doctor and said "your hair is white. That means you're really old": You have gray hair, Daddy? That means you're old. (starts getting upset) I don't want you to get old!
Me: I'm not that old, sweetie. I'm just a little bit old.
Wife: (pointing at my head in the mirror) See? It's a patch.
Me: I have a patch of gray hair. A patch.
Anna: You're going to die soon.
Me and wife: ....?
Anna: (Starts singing) You're going to die soon, you're going to die soon...
I don't think there's any better way to celebrate father's day than to have your eldest daughter sing a song about how "you're going to die soon" upon hearing about your first patch of gray hair.
Happy father's day, guys!
Also, gratuitous photo time. These are from Anna's violin recital yesterday.
Anna and I at her violin recital yesterday. (This really was an awesome "Daddy" moment And yes, I really am rocking a yellow "music note" tie.)
"I'd like to begin my performance by singing a song. (sings) 'My daddy's gonna die soon, my daddy's gonna die soon'"
Anna did a fantastic job.
All right. It's time to go get ready for church. And prepare myself to die.
Oh also, my dad is awesome, and I want to send him a shout out
(sings) You're gonna die soon, you're gonna die soon. (Is that joke getting old? Too much?)
No, but really my dad is amazing, and I want him to know that I love him and he's my role model. And he's doing an amazing job taking care of my mom, and also taking care of his mom. Happy Father's Day, dad. I love you.
Man, two cheesy posts in a row. What's getting into me? Oh, wait, I know what it is... (sings) I'm gonna die soon I'm gonna die soon. (Who doesn't love a joke that is so overdone it gets funny again? Wait what's that you say? Not funny? Trust me, if you were with me right now, it would be funny. *crickets*)
I am awesome.
Happy Father's day.
Photos taken by Jason at teeplesphotography.com