Happy Father's Day 2005

Well, this being Father's day, I thought I'd share a story about Dad. I'm not sure how old I was, maybe about 3 or so. But I remember Mom, Dad, and the rest of the family taking a picnic trip down to Niagra Falls. My memory of the falls, themselves were vague. But the salient part of that excursion was playing tag with Dad and Quinn.

I remember running for what seemed like hours in circles, trying desperately to tag either Quinn or Dad. Quinn would just run and leave me in the dust, so chasing him was pointless. But Dad would let me get so close to him, almost close enough for a swipe and a tag. But everytime I reached out to tag him, he would somehow contort his body in a way to avoid being "it". And this happened over and over and over. Fairly easy to amuse a 3 year-old, eh? Especially me. Someone did take pictures of the spectacle, as there are photos in the family album.

Anyway, that must have been in the summer sometime. In any case, the last thing I remember of that trip was crapping in my pants either in the park or on the way home. Fond memories.