This past Wednesday was Father-Daughter night at Achievement Days for Meagan. The leaders put together a few activities to do that, naturally, were designed to allow the girls to make fun of their Dad's, because, quite frankly, that's what Dad's are for apparently. I don't remember that clause in the contract, but, I'm getting old and my memory is going...
As we came in, they asked us to write down something about the other person on a sheet they had prepared. "My dad deserves the Dad of the Year Award because..." and "My daughter deserves the Daughter of the Year Award because..."
The first thing was to take silly pictures of us. The leaders brought a reasonably large assortment of costume accessories to wear. We were to dress up and get our picture taken. Naturally, I'm not a small guy, so most of the stuff didn't fit... So, without further ado, I present, "Coffee snob" Josh!!! One of the girls prior to us used the beret and I saw the black felt moustache and said..."Yeah, I have to." I felt VERY Seattle...
Meagan, on the other hand opted for the rainbow wig. To that, all we have to say is: "Da da da da da da Circus AFRO!!!" (Madagascar 3). Me, I'm thinking up some slam poetry for the next open mic night.
They told us to bring clothes that we were OK getting dirty. I was already afraid of what they were planning. Turns out, I was right to be suspicious. They had bowls of pudding. The Dads were to get fed by blindfolded daughters. Mine was so excited to do this, she nearly ripped my arm out of its socket trying to get us to go first. I didn't remember to give someone my camera so I've put up some pictures of the rest of our "team". They wanted our daughters to go in under our arms. They're like, 10. Their arms are NOT that long. So I got rid of the chair and knelt on the floor. The rest of the guys followed suit.
Meagan, decided that since this was a race, she needed to see how fast she could shovel pudding at me. The first two bites were overflowing and in rapid succession. It was all I could do not to gag and yak all over the table. I managed to keep it down, though, and we got through it, although, even with MOST of the pudding going down my throat.
Next up, it was time to show off our skills at personal grooming. The Dads were to braid their daughter's hair and, well, I'll show you what the daughters were supposed to do. Meagan started freaking out because she thought I was going to tear out all her hair trying to braid it. What she didn't know is that I have mad hair skillz...when it's not short like hers. I still managed to get two rows in before I had to tie it off, and you'll be glad to know, she STILL has a full head of hair.
The daughters, on the other hand, were asked to "shave" Dad. They gave them shaving cream (entirely TOO much shaving cream, thank you very much) and a tongue depressor "razor". Lather up, shave. Most of them did it right. Now remember, this was a "race". Meagan, on the other hand, thought that what was fun once, would be fun TWICE. so after she "shaved" me, she took the shaving cream off the "razor" and re-applied it to my face...and up my nose...and in my eye. I love my daughter. I love my daughter. I love my daughter... Just keep saying that...
After that, we read out loud to the group what we had written about each other which was incredibly heartwarming and often very comical. Then to cool down, it was root beer float time. Meagan's favorite time of an activity...
And that was the Father-Daughter Night. I'll make sure to keep Meagan away from shaving cream and razors for a while...
