#173 In which our hero helps celebrate a birthday with an odd, but highly-desired item.
And as much as I rant and rail about men who are lousy husbands and fathers… I forgot that it was her birthday. Yeah, I’m a shithead. I was thinking it was the 6th. So when The Scientist called to ask when I would be home, I hold her that I had to work late, and to go ahead and eat without me.
THE SCIENTIST: Oh… do you want us to do cake and presents without you, too?
ME: Oh shit! Tonight’s Lily’s birthday?
ME: Okay, never mind. I’ll be home.
I brought work home with me -- something I try to never do. Not because of some home/work line in the sand, but rather, because I never get around to doing it at home. And indeed, those papers stayed in my bag until the next day, untouched.
I got home a little late, but just in time for cake:
And finally… remember when Lily wanted that stupid plastic helmet back before Halloween, and had a little bit of a meltdown when we wouldn't buy it for her?
That night, as I was tucking her into bed, we had this conversation.
ME: Lily, did you have a nice birthday?Happy birthday, Lily. I love you. Even more than a $4 plastic helmet.
She curled up under her blanket, facing the wall. Suddenly she twisted to look up at me.
LILY: Daddy? I’m so happy you boughted me that helmet. I really wanted it!
ME: I’m glad, honey.
LILY: I love it the best!