Parenting Humor
I’m Just Here for the Dad Jokes
It’s my teenage daughter’s world, I just live in it
I know you hate it.
I see the eye rolls. The storming off into your room.
The increasing desire to not be seen with me in public.
But I have to be true to who I am.
I am a dad — I’m your dad — and as much as I hate to admit it, I have to make dad jokes.
It’s not just that I’m contractually obligated to make dad jokes at every possible opportunity that presents itself.
It’s in my blood.
When you were born just a little over 13 years ago, something was triggered inside that said, “Finally, someone that will get me!”
Like the other day when you wanted to go see that boy named Jake and I immediately asked, flabbergasted, “The one from State Farm?!?”
Surprised that I’m hip to the pop culture references? You shouldn’t be.
Or how about when you asked if you could get Starbucks for the third time this week and I responded with the classic non-answer, “In THIS economy?”
Ha, ha. So true.
