When I was a child, I always felt cheated that mothers and fathers had their own “day.” Of course, I was given the standard “every day is children’s day” retort whenever I voiced concern over the injustice of having to buy cards once a year for people who seem to have it their way all year long. It is amazing what several decades and a few children of my own did to change my perspective. Now that I am a proud member of the fathers club, I am looking forward to kicking back and relaxing in my favorite chair this Sunday as my children gather at my feet and bestow upon me cute cards and gifts that they have purchased with the money they have been saving all year long … yeah, right.

If you believe that, I have a vintage bottle of Manischewitz I’d like to sell you. But I am hoping for at least one card and maybe, just maybe, a present that won’t end up on the top shelf of my closet or relegated to the pegboard in the garage.