Being a Parent Means Appreciating Some Really Weird Things

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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 gift.

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.

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