Upon the request of his four year old daughter, he runs down to the corner store at the end of the street at eight o'clock in the morning, and in the pouring rain, and buys her M&M's for breakfast.
When his wife declares that she's given up during labor, and refuses to push, he promises her a banana split in order to get her to do so.
When the pet cat delivers her kittens in the middle of the night, he stays by her side, tying off tiny umbilical cords with dental floss and talking her thru it.
When one of those kittens is stillborn, he spends half an hour attempting CPR.
When his eleven month old son is undergoing an emergency lumbar puncture, he refuses to hold him down, and instead opts to hold his hand and distract him from the pain.
When his oldest son gets sent to the principal's office during his Kindergarten year for pulling the fire alarm, he goes in with him, and takes the verbal tongue lashing himself.
After witnessing his wife give birth to their daughter four months early, he doesn't care who sees him crying, on his hands and knees, in the lobby of his own mother's employer.
When his colicky five week old spends another night screaming her head off, he gives his wife a break, allowing her to sleep while he paces the floor with the baby on his shoulder. All. Night. Long.
While driving his newborn home from the hospital, he refuses to exceed ten miles per hour, no matter how many truck drivers he angers.
He doesn't hesitate to run down a hospital corridor, arms flailing while yelling for help, when the vent alarm for another parent's child-in the room next to his own daughter's-alerts.
When his daughter awakes in the middle of the night with a bad dream, he gives up his spot in the warm and comfy bed for her, and sleeps on the floor without complaining.
He spends obscene amounts of time and money until he successfully lands that all-important stuffed animal for his toddler in the skill crane at the grocery store.
He patiently waits in the freezing rain for four hours until his son catches a fish.
He answers the toy phone that his three year old son hands him, while he's in the midst of cooking him dinner.
He even changes the poopy diapers!
They may not always match, but he coordinates his daughters outfits for them.
He chases Chilly Willy down the street, knowing full well that there is a freezer full of ice cream back at the house.
When his three year old daughter catches a frog in the backyard, he lets her keep it.
When his eight year old catches the flu, he let's him give it to him, too.
When people comment on how beautiful, well behaved, or intelligent his children are, he lets his wife take all of the credit.
He is willing to not only buy his kids Play Dough and Moon Sand, but to also spend hours picking it out of the carpeting.
He folds baby socks.
He obsesses over a single drop of water in his daughter's vent circuit, unable to feel that she's safe until it's dealt with.
When the next door neighbor comes knocking, and complaining that his son almost hit her with a snowball, he spends the rest of the afternoon with him outback, teaching him how to improve his aim.
He runs to the grocery store at two o'clock in the morning when he realizes that they're out of milk, and his daughter will refuse to drink anything else when she awakens bright and early the next day.
When he accompanies his kids to appointments at the pediatrician's office, he comes out upset after they received a shot.
He's willing to sit in a movie theater for hours, surrounded by a bunch of little kids, watching cartoons.
After spending months awaiting the opportunity to finally hold his preemie daughter, he lets his wife have it all to herself because he knows how badly she's been yearning for that moment.
He lets his son take a bogus sick day off from school. Not because he doesn't know he's faking it, but because he wants to spend it with him.
Even though she doesn't mean it, when his preteen daughter says "I hate you!", it devastates him.
He's never missed a single cheerleading practice, or game. Even on Sunday's, when his favorite national team is playing televised.
When his twelve year old daughter is in love with a boy, he hates him. When she ends up hating that boy, he hates him even more.
He's willing to risk his marriage in order to be the good guy, and allow a later curfew, or candy before dinner.
He doesn't care what his buddies think when they discover him buying Seventeen magazine in the grocery store.
His kids are never too old for him to hug them, kiss them, or hear him tell them that he loves them.
When his wife declares that she's given up during labor, and refuses to push, he promises her a banana split in order to get her to do so.
When the pet cat delivers her kittens in the middle of the night, he stays by her side, tying off tiny umbilical cords with dental floss and talking her thru it.
When one of those kittens is stillborn, he spends half an hour attempting CPR.
When his eleven month old son is undergoing an emergency lumbar puncture, he refuses to hold him down, and instead opts to hold his hand and distract him from the pain.
When his oldest son gets sent to the principal's office during his Kindergarten year for pulling the fire alarm, he goes in with him, and takes the verbal tongue lashing himself.
After witnessing his wife give birth to their daughter four months early, he doesn't care who sees him crying, on his hands and knees, in the lobby of his own mother's employer.
When his colicky five week old spends another night screaming her head off, he gives his wife a break, allowing her to sleep while he paces the floor with the baby on his shoulder. All. Night. Long.
While driving his newborn home from the hospital, he refuses to exceed ten miles per hour, no matter how many truck drivers he angers.
He doesn't hesitate to run down a hospital corridor, arms flailing while yelling for help, when the vent alarm for another parent's child-in the room next to his own daughter's-alerts.
When his daughter awakes in the middle of the night with a bad dream, he gives up his spot in the warm and comfy bed for her, and sleeps on the floor without complaining.
He spends obscene amounts of time and money until he successfully lands that all-important stuffed animal for his toddler in the skill crane at the grocery store.
He patiently waits in the freezing rain for four hours until his son catches a fish.
He answers the toy phone that his three year old son hands him, while he's in the midst of cooking him dinner.
He even changes the poopy diapers!
They may not always match, but he coordinates his daughters outfits for them.
He chases Chilly Willy down the street, knowing full well that there is a freezer full of ice cream back at the house.
When his three year old daughter catches a frog in the backyard, he lets her keep it.
When his eight year old catches the flu, he let's him give it to him, too.
When people comment on how beautiful, well behaved, or intelligent his children are, he lets his wife take all of the credit.
He is willing to not only buy his kids Play Dough and Moon Sand, but to also spend hours picking it out of the carpeting.
He folds baby socks.
He obsesses over a single drop of water in his daughter's vent circuit, unable to feel that she's safe until it's dealt with.
When the next door neighbor comes knocking, and complaining that his son almost hit her with a snowball, he spends the rest of the afternoon with him outback, teaching him how to improve his aim.
He runs to the grocery store at two o'clock in the morning when he realizes that they're out of milk, and his daughter will refuse to drink anything else when she awakens bright and early the next day.
When he accompanies his kids to appointments at the pediatrician's office, he comes out upset after they received a shot.
He's willing to sit in a movie theater for hours, surrounded by a bunch of little kids, watching cartoons.
After spending months awaiting the opportunity to finally hold his preemie daughter, he lets his wife have it all to herself because he knows how badly she's been yearning for that moment.
He lets his son take a bogus sick day off from school. Not because he doesn't know he's faking it, but because he wants to spend it with him.
Even though she doesn't mean it, when his preteen daughter says "I hate you!", it devastates him.
He's never missed a single cheerleading practice, or game. Even on Sunday's, when his favorite national team is playing televised.
When his twelve year old daughter is in love with a boy, he hates him. When she ends up hating that boy, he hates him even more.
He's willing to risk his marriage in order to be the good guy, and allow a later curfew, or candy before dinner.
He doesn't care what his buddies think when they discover him buying Seventeen magazine in the grocery store.
His kids are never too old for him to hug them, kiss them, or hear him tell them that he loves them.
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