Dear Lionel Richie (great singer/songwriter of countless love songs including “Brick House”),
My daughter began ballet class today. Your song "Ballerina Girl" now makes sense.
Fellow sappy father,
Tony
While watching my daughter dancing around looking like an adorable little doll, Lionel’s song (Ballerina Girl, not Dancing on the Ceiling) suddenly jumped into my head. Later, the wife had informed me of the video featuring a Dad and his daughter - I investigated and saw something very creepy: That Dad in the video resembled somebody very familiar…
(Now where do I get a harp that glows with neon colors?)
Yup, that was me. Minus the ugly blue sweater and cool man-perm hair. But add a digital camera, video camera, and excessive smiling and waving, and you wouldn't know the difference. I can just imagine how ridiculous I’ve must of looked to the other parents, which happened to be all moms.By the way, “Brick House” makes sense now too.
For Inquiring Minds – My Father’s Day Update
I did end up getting a nice little BBQ. Regrettably there was no Playstation 3, Xbox, Porsche, Italian-speaking parrot, or slave girl Princess Leia attached.Although, the wife did break out a bucket of chicken, the spicy kind, while my daughter yelled out “SURPRISE!! Happy Birthday Daddy!!!”
Then we all ate, and I got to take a long nap. It was the best birthday ever.