After lunch, we moved into the den. I appreciate the seat Grandpa and Brinley chose.
We gave Grandpa his gifts. I made a Super Dad water bottle and personalized a couple of notebooks.
One notebook had the Super Dad emblem and this was the other one:
That troublemaker line is so fitting. Let me share his latest.
A couple of weeks ago, when Grandpa saw Parker's Axis mounted, he wanted Parker to help him play a trick on Gram. He started laughing and said, "You have to bring that over on Father's Day and pretend you are giving it to me." We could just see the twinkle in Grandpa's eyes. He was so excited to tease Gram and make her think she had to find a place for this deer in her home.
Well, Sunday they headed our way for lunch, and Parker brought out the gift.
Gram's eyes got a little big as she watched Parker present Grandpa with his Father's Day gift. Then Grandpa thanked him profusely and went on and on about were they might mount it. Gram shot me a questioning look...like..."is this for real?"
My favorite part was watching my dad though. He was positively gleeful playing his little joke on Grandma. After about twenty minutes, when no one said "just kidding!" my mom quietly said to me, "I was sure this was all a joke." I fake apologized and said, "I am sorry, but I'm also kind of relieved it's going to live at your house and not mine."
We were all trying to stifle our snickers and smiles. Gram was very graceful in her acceptance of Parker's gift to Grandpa.
As they were leaving out the door, I asked my dad, "shouldn't we tell her now?" Nope! He wanted us to bring over the deer in a couple of days so he and Gram could go through the house and find a place for it to be mounted.
I called on Tuesday night and told my dad that we needed to end the joke soon because Brian and Parker were feeling a little badly about teasing Gram too much. My mom must have been in the room because my dad then loudly said, "Oh, I don't want your boys to feel badly. Bring it over now and we will find a place for it." See? He's a troublemaker!
We headed over. Grandpa had that mischievous twinkle in his eye as he went from room to room with the deer. Gram was taking it all in stride. I was impressed with her acceptance. Pure class on her part! They found the perfect spot. They named the deer Fredrick. And then FINALLY my dad told her it was just a joke.
My dad has always loved pranks. I remember one time I was about four, and he was shaving. He had a big pile of shaving cream on a plate. He asked me if I would like to have his whipped cream for a snack. I was thrilled and then disappointed as I learned it was definitely not whipped cream. (I can still taste the soapy shaving cream flavor in my mouth.)
Or the time when he rigged a firecracker to got off under the hood when one of his teacher's started her car.
Or the time he was taking my mom to the formal homecoming dance and he had the florist deliver a flower he made from toilet paper instead of the real corsage....
Or the time he put a toilet on her front lawn and had spotlights shining on it for all the neighborhood to see.
Or the time time he squirted disappearing ink on his teacher's white shirt.
Or the time he pranked his secretary at work.
Or the time....
Or the time....
Definitely a troublemaker!
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