If you saw my blog post on Mothers’ Day, you probably had a sneaking suspicion that this one was coming…
For those of you who have not met my dad, he is certainly a character… to say the least! Growing up, he was the kind of dad that would say “well why would you do that?!” after telling him, through sobs, that you had just smashed your head on the coffee table by accident. The kind of dad whose lecture when you were in trouble consisted of, “well that was a real bone-headed thing to do. Do you want KFC or Pizza Hut for dinner tonight?” And he was also the kind of dad whose favourite joke was, “Oh… you’re hungry? Hi hungry, I’m Steve.”
Here are my top three memories with Dad…. (MOMories sounded SO much cooler… I wish I could think of a Dad equivalent.)
1.) When he used to tuck me in and tell me “real” stories to put me to sleep.
When I was little and my dad would tuck me in I didn’t want to hear about Beauty and the Beast, I wanted to hear REAL stories. So instead of Cinderella I got: the time my dad
stole “borrowed” my grandma’s car and crashed it at the Burger Baron, the time one of my uncles climbed through the milk chute, or the time the coal man had tea with my grandma and poked his eyeball out. (I later learned the last story was false and actually just a weird way to stop my sister and I from drinking out of a mug with a spoon in it… thanks Dad…)
2.) The time I brought my dad to show and tell.
In the second grade we had show and tell. When it was my turn, I wanted to bring my dad. You see, my dad had been a radio dj and a news reporter for ITV News (now known as Global) back in the day and I thought that was pretty amazing. I don’t even really remember what he talked about but I do remember that all my classmates thought his “20/20 News” voice was pretty impressive!
3.) Our Costco trips before university.
At the end of summer before I would take off to go back to university my dad and I would go on a big Costco shopping spree. We would peruse every aisle cruising along with our oversized cart filled with all sorts of outrageously sized boxes of cereal and goodies. Tasting every sample we could (of course, hello… it’s Costco!) we would walk the aisles together and talk about the end of summer and the beginning of my next school year. Once we would reach the cashier, without fail, my dad would always try to embarrass me juuust a little bit by telling them ALL about how I was heading back to Calgary for school and how he had to be a good dad and stock me up on food and supplies or I would surely starve.
Happy Fathers’ Day Dad! Thanks for all of the good memories, I am looking forward to when you no longer live across the country from me and we can make some more of them.
What is your favourite memory with your dad?