Regarding Mr. Lipstick

You know, I don't do a lot of stuff. That is, the sort of stuff that requires talent. I don't sing (like Mr. Lipstick), I can't build anything out of any material (like Mr. Lipstick), and I have absolutely no innate sense of direction (like...ahem, Mr. Lipstick).

Of course, I haven't any practice at being a good father. Thank goodness Mr. Lipstick can do that too. He is quick with a hug, a smile, and praise. He's quick with the discipline too...the sort of discipline that garners respect. My favorite thing-well, that has to be that he is quick with a hug, a smile, and praise after that discipline. A "here's why I did what I did," is very soothing when you hear it while wrapped in the strong arms of your adoring father.

I've been in a terrible conundrum this week about what to do for Mr. Lipstick for Father's Day. Especially since I don't do a lot of stuff. I finally decided that among the handmade cards and candy and the lunch that I hopefully won't burn, I would write a love letter of sorts. Actually a suppose it is more of a fan letter...my thoughts on why Mr. Lipstick is a great father. The real love letters will come later, once the days of the handmade cards are long gone.

Happy Father's Day. I love you, Mr. Lipstick.


Mr. Lipstick circa 2003