Now that I am a stay-at-home dad, I am frequently reminded of the hit 1983 comedy film Mr. Mom. The movie starred Michael Keaton as a laid-off breadwinner forced to stay at home like a woman while his wife goes out and works to support them. Outlandish! Don’t worry, at the end of the film they set things right and he goes back to work while she comes home after her ‘experiment’ to take care of the kids. To prove how offensive that concept is, imagine if the film was titled Mrs. Dad, instead. Personally I think they should remake it, but now it’s about a female-to-male transgender man who has to come to terms with raising his kids. But it’s also a comedy starring Robin Williams.
I like staying home and taking care of my daughter, we have a blast, and I think dads are just as qualified to stay at home and hold down the fort as moms are. Can a mom make an accurate lightsaber noise with her mouth? Probably not. I know for a fact she can’t do a decent helicopter sound effect. And not only am I good at passing a football, I am terrible at catching one, which is perfect for playing catch with a child. Am I down with serving macaroni and cheese for lunch? I PREFER IT! Yeah, I’ll jazz it up with peas and tuna, but we’re on the same page here, toddler.
I was thinking about the upcoming Father’s Day holiday, and what I might ask for, if I was the type of rude asshole who asked for presents. The top of my list? A nice oven mitt. Seriously, these potholders are tiny and ineffective. One nice oven mitt would replace these dirty little squares, and it doesn’t even need to match my apron. I’m cool like that.