My wife and I have very unconventional pasts, to say the least. You wouldn’t know it to look at us. Today, I’m a burly biker type, and she’s a catholic school teacher. Growing up, however, she took autoshop where I took show choir and Home Economics. She played football. I was a cheerleader. Today, if the car is making a funny noise, I go into the house and find my wife to go look at it.
me: Hey Myst, the car is making a duhduhduhduhduh noise.
Myst: OK, get me a beer and I’ll go take a look at it.
So tonight’s challenge to draw something “Dad” was a little difficult. Everything I thought of that was obviously mine, was not necessarily easily identifiable as “Dad”. Frankly, in most households they would have been much more “Mom”. I do have a few masculine traits though. I could have drawn my razor, my golf clubs, my bike, etc. I settled on my work boots. They are a well worn testament to traditional “Dadness”. She looks hotter in them though.