Happy Fathers' Day

Bartlet: She dumped a Rhodes Scholar for this guy; Zoey left Charlie for the frog; Ellie and the guitar player with the purple van. My children choose morons, every one.

Debbie: They say daughters look for their fathers.

-- The West Wing, Season 5, Episode 9 (Abu El Banat)

The West Wing is one of those shows that I wish I'd started following earlier, but since I didn't, it annoys me when I get lost now and then, so I'm just kinda stuck. They're showing old episodes on Channel 5 now, weekdays four-ish in the morning -- yes, I'm awake.

Anyway, this made me laugh; maybe one day we'll find out how true it is for me. ;)

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My dad's newest project this past week has been to scan in all of our childhood photos -- yes, all four big carton boxes full of 'em! -- so that we can store them in digital form. Presumably this means that we will dispose of the hard copies after that, but I don't see that happening. Still, it makes him happy doing it, and I have to admit that going through old photos have spiced up our evenings.

Of everyone in the family, I probably have the worst memory. They keep feeling nostalgic and all, going "Oh, remember the time we did this, this, and this in Tokyo Disneyland?" and I won't have an inkling. Maybe we should've saved our travels for when I was a little older. The fact that my brother (who is six years younger than I am) remembers everything does not mean anything!

If there's a real lesson I've learnt through the past few days of looking through old photos, it is that parents should really dress their kids up less dorkily, so that 15 or 20 years later they will actually have some cute photos of themselves to show off. Instead, I find myself cringing at bad fashion. Oh look, another oversized sweater.

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Anyway, I guess what I really want to say in this entry is: Happy Fathers' Day, Dad! :)

Also, to all the other daddies, especially those of little girls. We love you very much, even if there are times that we might not even know it ourselves. We hope that after all the screaming, crying, and yelling -- on our side and on yours -- that you'll be able to look back one day and say that we were worth it all. (That, and please dress your kids nicely if you're going to get them on camera!)