Today is my Dad's birthday, or as he likes to call it, the X anniversary of his 29th year. I am the only one of his five children that does not live locally, and I was feeling the burn of that tonight when I called him. My mother answered the phone, and the conversation was classic right from the start.
Me: "Hi Mom, is Dad there?"
My Mother: "Oh yeah, hang on."
My Mother, to my Father: "BILL!, PICK UP THE PHONE, IT'S MEAGHAN! Or, um, I think it is Meaghan."
My Mother, to me: "Is this Meaghan?"
Me: "Yes Mom, it's me." (Can you feel the love?)
So, my Dad gets on the phone, and we chat for a little bit. I ask him what his plans are for his big day, and he told me that the whole family went out to dinner last night. Now, the whole family is a lot of people, five children, three grandchildren, and assorted significant others, so I ask who was there.
My Dad: "Oh everyone was there, except Neil(my brother-in-law). Everyone else was there, The Whole Family was together."
Me: "Really? The Whole Family?"
My Dad: "Ayup, The Whole Family."
Me, not the least bit sarcastically: "Gee Dad, that is weird, cuz you know, I wasn't there. So I don't know how The Whole Family could have been there." (I hate being the only one left out of these types of events. I know I am the one who moved away, but I still want to be included. This is totally the little sister in me jumping up and down for attention, but damn it, that is my job and I do it well.)
My Dad, right on cue: "Oh you're right, The Whole Family wasn't there, Dave wasn't there."
Nice. Perfect even. He may be getting older, but he still has it.
I love ya Dad. Happy Birthday!
(Yes, my Dad drives a Vette. And yes, he is way cooler than your Dad.)