Husband Clothes

Do you ever have moments when your parents do funny things, and suddenly you have flashbacks to when you were little and remember things…but you see them from the perspective of an adult, rather than a child?

I do that from time to time, and today, I had an epiphany that my Dad is a husband. Wow. My Dad did so many things that would KILL me if he were my husband, but that are SO FUNNY to me as his daughter. Some of my favorites:

1. He let my sister and I do pretty much anything we wanted. This included jumping on any furniture, pulling any items out of closets no matter what we needed to climb in order to reach them, and glue and tape “Christmas tree decorations” to any and all plants at his place. One of my fondest memories is standing on his WOODEN bar in his closet–the one for hanging clothes on–and jumping off of it onto his bed repeatedly. And of course jumping off his dresser onto his bed, but that’s less dangerous.

2. He would let us wear our pajamas ANYWHERE, and this was awesome, because my pajamas looked like a big bunny rabbit, and I do believe even had bunny rabbit ears and enclosed, bunny feet. Which of you got to wear THAT to McDonald’s? Ha. Thought so.

3. When he dressed us, this pretty much went like “Girls, get your clothes on.” My three year old sister didn’t know how to get herself dressed, but enjoyed trying. If she wasn’t in bunny pajamas, her clothes were upside down, backwards, or inside out. In public. Everywhere.

4. We were always overjoyed to go to Dad’s house because we loved hotdogs and chips. We knew we’d get to eat hotdogs and chips, because these were the only foods my dad had in his home. (Note: My parents were divorced, perhaps this should have been tramatic for me, but it was not, probably due to my young age and the fact that each of my parents was perfect about speaking highly of the other and still are.)

5. While in law school, my Dad got a roommate to save money. The roommate would leave Playboy magazines in the bathroom. My sister and I would gleefully look at them and draw “funny” pictures on them. My Dad did not catch onto this in any way.

It’s very interesting to think that my children will one day regard my husband in a similar way that I regard my father. The “he can do no wrong” and totally admiring child perspective.

I wonder how these stories sound to people who don’t know my father. Probably horrifying. But to people who know him, they are hilarious. (Uh, let me know if that seems unhealthy, and I’ll inform my family.) It’s hard to describe my father, but he is a wonderful and amazing man.

Hm. My husband too:)

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