I’ve Gotten Some Stupid Gifts Over The Years

I’ve gotten some stupid gifts from my kids over the years. Last year, for Father’s Day, Tristan gave me a poop emoji pillow. It’s now in his bed. Once, for my birthday, Norah gave me a bag of peanut butter cups, her favorite candy. She ate all of them. No shame.

Not that I’m complaining. It’s just that my kids aren’t all that good at giving gifts yet. They think a little more about themselves when shopping. It’s their job to kinda suck at giving gifts, and it’s my job to help them figure out how to do it right. Particularly before they get married.

They will figure it out, I’m sure.

When I opened my Father’s Day gift this year to find a T-shirt with Daddy Pig (Peppa Pig’s father) with the caption “Best Dad Ever” I groaned a bit. I knew this gift was really for Aspen, my youngest. She’s the Peppa Pig fan.

But the craziest thing happened. Every time I wear this shirt, she hugs me. She snuggles her head into my chest and says, “daddy pig.” Or she screams, runs to me, and tugs at my shirt so I’ll bend down and pick her up. Or, like in the picture, she lets out this deep contagious laugh that fills me with rich warm joy.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I look like a four alarm nerdy father walking around the grocery store in this thing. But the way Aspen looks at me when I wear it. The way she insists on holding me, makes it the most fashionable thing I own. It makes this shirt the best gift I’ve ever received.

And when I think about that, I realize that maybe I was wrong to think otherwise. Perhaps my kids know more about this whole gift giving thing than I realized.


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