I have a vivid memory of a kid pushing me down in the hallway at school.
I was horrified and angry and my only defense I could muster up? "My dad can beat up your dad!!"
I proceeded to tell that kid my dad was "bigger than Mr T!" And you know what, I'm pretty sure I believed that.
Isn't that how all children see their dads? LARGER THAN LIFE. (In this picture I was 4 1/2 and my dad was 35! YOUNGER THAN ME NOW)
Sunday we celebrated dads.
Four generations of Robinson's under one roof.
I'm thankful for a dad that worked so hard for us, and also played so hard with us. I have clear memories of him going to work very early and coming home and wrestling with us, or playing tea party with me.
Dad, I know being a parent is crazy hard, so I apologize for all the grief I caused and for all the hairspray I got on your walls. Seriously, I could be the worst, so thank you for everything!
And for the record, I still think my dad could beat up your dad.