Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there! We spent the day relaxing and making sure dad of the year got to do all of his favorite things. That is, aside from a little shopping trip.
Imagine my surprise when daughter of the year #1 sprung on me that she wanted to go shopping for bras. I mean, I shouldn't be, but I guess that part of me that doesn't want her to grow up wishes she'd slow down just a little. But I know I can't stop that speeding freight train!
She shares everything with her dad. Not yet at that age where she is embarrassed by his jokes or how he dresses or how uncool he is because he won't let her go out with her friends to do things we know would only result in trouble. So, he was fully aware she wanted to go shopping. Now, I love this man with all my heart, but you have to understand, dad of the year tends to see bras in only one way...the ones I wear. I shouldn't have been surprised that the first thing out of his mouth was, "Are they all padded like that?"
Um...no...and again, thank goodness daughter of the year #1 is not old enough to be embarrassed of him just yet. It's OK, I took one for the team! Dad of the year got a lesson in training bras. A lesson I'm not sure he was prepared for but nevertheless, being a dad of all girls, he embraced.
So, on this father's day, after a breakfast of pancakes and then some time fishing, we went shopping for bras. This was not the same sort of shopping I did with my mother and when we got to that aisle in the store, I nearly died at all of the variety. And colors! Oh my goodness....colors! That was just unheard of when I was growing up. Undergarments were a sensible white or beige. Only the naughty girls wore black!
And so began our bra shopping experience, with dad of the year right there picking out suitable ones for his daughter. I think at one point I even caught him saying "Ooh, these pink ones are cute." Yep, that's a dad of all girls! It was quickly followed up by, "$8.99! For one?" He obviously has never seen a receipt from any of my undergarment shopping trips.
We left the store with a variety of options and daughter of the year #1 was incredibly pleased. More pleased than I think even I expected her to be on this type of shopping trip. And dad of the year? Well, he survived. I don't think he's really processed it all yet. Given the way daughter of the year #1 likes to parade about the house, showing off her new purchase, I don't think it will take long.
Good luck dad of the year! And welcome to a house full of girls. Poor thing hasn't seen anything yet!