Me: So what do you want to do for Father’s Day?

Nate: Well aren’t we going to your dad’s for steaks?

Me: Yeah, but that’s dinner. I mean, what do you want to do during the day?

Nate shrugs.

Me: Do you want to go to brunch? Do you want me to make you breakfast? Do you want me to rub your feet and bring you beers?

More silence.

Me: What? It’s your first Father’s Day so just tell me.

Nate: Well the Open’s on, there’s the World Cup, and the Yankees are playing so I’m set.

Me: Really? That’s it?

Nate: Yeah. Face it, Mother’s Day is really the gushy, flowers, fawn-all-over you day. Father’s day is more like, thanks for the golf bag and the card, now let me watch my game.

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Happy Father’s Day to you and yours.