It's funny how Kenny spends all year long taking care of, playing with, and, well, being a father to both kids. Then Father's Day rolls around, and neither kid will be here. Suddenly, both of the girls' dads remember they are dads when there are presents involved. Jill and I spent a good twenty minutes picking out a Father's Day card (for Kenny, she actually did not ask nor did it occur to either of us to get one for her biological father), and none of them said
"Thanks for donating your sperm, ignoring my phone calls, lying to me, and basically ignoring my presence 364 days a year. Happy Father's Day!"
nor did any of them say
"Every kid dreams of having an alcoholic who hasn't paid child support in seven years yet has money to travel the world all while never buying me a birthday present for a dad. Thanks for making my dreams come true! Happy Father's Day!"
although wouldn't you know it, we did find one for Emmi's dad that said
"Thanks for attempting to use me as a pawn to piss my mom off all those years. It hasn't worked, because we all see what an idiot you are! Lots of love and Happy Father's Day."