Hot Dads



My dear Frankie Foo, 
It’s your dad. I’m writing from a time, 2014, when believe it or not, I do not embarrass you. Seriously, you can’t get enough of me. When I come home from work, the moment the front door creaks open, I hear you and your brother with a cautious “…Daddy?”, and when I confirm that it is indeed me, an immediate “DADDY!!!!!” followed by the sound of a thousand horses stampeding across hardwood floors. (How do the two of you make so much noise? Do you each have nine cloven, hooved legs that immediately retract from human view when rounding corners into rooms?). Every time I see you, something very specific happens — my heart explodes. Every time. Without fail. And when you see me, you light up. Literally I think there must be fireworks behind those eyes of yours because I’m blinded by it and everything else disappears and you run over and wrap yourself around me so tight and I’m home. Did that just embarrass you? Sorry. 
Here’s the thing though: I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my cool around you. I’m simply far too happy to know you. You choreograph dance routines for you and I. You belt out Let It Go for an audience of one: me. So, I’ve decided to just lean into it and be a generally embarrassing presence in your life. That’s right, I’ll never try to be the “cool dad” — I think we both know how much that would exacerbate whatever embarrassment was there in the first place. 
So we’ll see how it goes. And when that day comes when those fireworks in your eyes fade and you cringe rather than squeal when I walk into a room, rest assured — I get it. I’ll even try to play it cool right along with you. But just know that my heart is exploding, over and over again. 
P.S. Please never say “cool beans.”

My dear Frankie Foo,

It’s your dad. I’m writing from a time, 2014, when believe it or not, I do not embarrass you. Seriously, you can’t get enough of me. When I come home from work, the moment the front door creaks open, I hear you and your brother with a cautious “…Daddy?”, and when I confirm that it is indeed me, an immediate “DADDY!!!!!” followed by the sound of a thousand horses stampeding across hardwood floors. (How do the two of you make so much noise? Do you each have nine cloven, hooved legs that immediately retract from human view when rounding corners into rooms?). Every time I see you, something very specific happens — my heart explodes. Every time. Without fail. And when you see me, you light up. Literally I think there must be fireworks behind those eyes of yours because I’m blinded by it and everything else disappears and you run over and wrap yourself around me so tight and I’m home. Did that just embarrass you? Sorry.

Here’s the thing though: I don’t think I’ll ever be able to keep my cool around you. I’m simply far too happy to know you. You choreograph dance routines for you and I. You belt out Let It Go for an audience of one: me. So, I’ve decided to just lean into it and be a generally embarrassing presence in your life. That’s right, I’ll never try to be the “cool dad” — I think we both know how much that would exacerbate whatever embarrassment was there in the first place.

So we’ll see how it goes. And when that day comes when those fireworks in your eyes fade and you cringe rather than squeal when I walk into a room, rest assured — I get it. I’ll even try to play it cool right along with you. But just know that my heart is exploding, over and over again.

P.S. Please never say “cool beans.”

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anachronistique:

reasons I am thankful for the internet

anachronistique:

reasons I am thankful for the internet

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suicideblonde:

Kurt Cobain and Frances Bean Cobain

suicideblonde:

Kurt Cobain and Frances Bean Cobain

— 1 year ago with 1102 notes
i don’t know what this is but it says dads and there is a butt so… hot dad?

i don’t know what this is but it says dads and there is a butt so… hot dad?

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Lunchtime Stories

threelisabeth:

When my dad was in high school, he and his brother went to a flag day party (who has a flag day party??), stole all the tiny decorative paper flags, and then burned them in a fire pit in front of a Taco Bell. (To protest the Vietnam War, duh.) Then he got investigated by the FBI! Who, I guess, had nothing better to do.

— 1 year ago with 5 notes
#dads  #Youthful Rebellion  #hot dads 

saltysalmonella:

You know I really like my dad and all but sometimes I don’t know how to react to him. We were talking about the apocalypse, real civil like, when all of a sudden he bursts out: “It’s the end of the world?! So what!? Take a day off, take your wife home and give her a good fuck, that’s all you can do!” And then he just had an awkward pause and was like: “Man this is good coffee.” 

— 1 year ago with 2 notes
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