I am a gift-finding genius when it comes to Christmas. I'm not too shabby when it comes to birthdays. Father's Day, however, is a whole other thing. Father's Day kicks my butt up and down and left and right and through the uprights and TOUCHDOWN! I lose at Father's Day.
The thing is that the Mr. Husband isn't exactly patient when it comes to acquiring whatever it is that he wants. In other words, if he wants something, he buys it. There is no surprising him with anything good, unless you have $1000 to spend because that's about how much any of the few things he wants cost.
It's a never-ending bottle of suck for those of us who aren't about to go out and by stereo systems and TVs and the like.
This Father's Day, however, I thought it would be different. I thought it would be easy. I had a plan. My plan was to ask Alexis what she wanted to get him.
What? She's old enough to make these sorts of decisions on her own. In fact, she kicks butt at finding things that I would like. Truly.
So . . . I asked Alexis what she wanted to get Daddy for Father's Day. Her first answer was, "pants."
"Why do you want to get Daddy pants?" I asked. A logical question, in my opinion.
"Because he needs to wear some," she replied.
I'm not exactly sure what she meant by that, but whatever. Her next answer?
"Let's get Daddy a shirt!"
Shirts are good. Everybody needs shirts. I asked Alexis what she wanted to get him with that shirt.
"A tie!" she instantly blurted out.
She continued on to add a belt, shoes, and a bag for his computer.
In other words, she just wants him to dress him for work, something that would thrill him about as much as finding leeches in his coffee maker.
I think this thoroughly proves exactly one thing--I'm WAAAAY better at brainwashing the kid so that she knows what to suggest be purchased for me than Mr. Husband is.