Monday, August 27, 2007

My Dear Old Dad

Why this wasn't the first story that anyone told me, I have no idea.

The day that Stephanie was induced, my mom, Steph and Nate all went to the hospital. Dad didn't go because he is deathly afraid of everything, but especially hospitals. So, Dad, being the sweet Daddy he is, decided he will mow the lawn for the new parents. But the Louisiana heat got to him rather quickly, and he decided to call it quits. As he headed inside, he realized he had locked himself out! He had no keys, no phone, and a sick desperation came over him.

He ninja kicked his way inside the house.

He called Steph's cell. Nate's cell. Then Mom's cell. Steph is in heavy labor, and well, rather pissed off. She demands one of the phones from Mom, tells Dad shortly that he must stop bothering her while she is giving birth, and Dad replies, "You need a new door."

Steph then spent the next fifteen minutes convincing herself that she WILL eventually laugh about it.

May I never run out of funny Dad stories.

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