Dad Powers : Happy Father’s Day
June 17th, 2009 - Uncategorized - 21 Comments »I have a great Dad. He excelled in all of the areas that dads are supposed to excel…and then some. You see, he also has these superpowers that I thought every man acquired when he became a dad. But I’ve been a dad for nearly two years now and they’re nowhere to be found. Where are my Dad Powers? Do I not receive them when I cut the cord? Is there some sort of pass-the-baton ceremony that I missed?
Allow me to elaborate a little on these Dad Powers that my Dad so humbly possesses:
Car Packing
I don’t know how he did it, but my Dad could pack an entire master bedroom suite in the trunk of a Honda Civic. I now know why he made us bring our bags down and leave them outside the car. He didn’t want us tarnishing his craft.
Pancake Making
I’m pretty sure my Dad missed his calling in life. Sure, he managed to start an incredibly successful printing business, but I think he might have been better suited grilling pancakes at IHOP. How did he make them so circular? Was he using a protractor? Not only that, but I think he would have revolutionized the way a paper hat and apron are worn.
Boat Parking
My Dad could park his 7-foot-wide boat into a 7-foot-one-inch slot in the middle of a tsunami while sipping on a Fresca and telling me about his golf game. Give me a 25-foot-wide slot and I’ll still manage a solid bank shot off the cement wall (with only minor damage to the paint job).
Knowledge Giving
I don’t know where all this information came from, but my Dad will throw random knowledge around like a frisbee. He’ll effortlessly weave the shorthand way to convert Fahrenheit to Celsius, a little known fact about Millard Fillmore, the capital of Angola, and how Daylight Savings Time originated* into our dinnertime conversation.
Tone Crushing
I would rather be beaten by a piece of rebar than have my Dad give me the tone of disappointment. It was this tone that single-handedly kept me from drinking throughout high school.
Wonder Sprinting
Even in my athletic prime (7th grade), my Dad could still kill me in a foot race. I don’t understand it. I was the one practicing and training while he was sitting behind a desk all day. How do you explain a middle-aged man running a 4.4 forty?
Change Giving
I’m not sure, but I think my Dad’s pleated khakis magically replenish correct change for a ten in the pockets. Whether it’s to tip a valet, pay a toll, give to the homeless, he’s always got a couple bucks handy (which is good, because the homeless don’t like to make change for a twenty, I’ve found).
Did your dad have any obscure superpowers? Anything that, to this day, still inspires wonder?
*Subtract 30 and divide by 2; He was named after his mother, Phoebe Millard Fillmore; Luanda; to save energy for war production during WWI by taking advantage of the later hours of daylight between April and October
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