When I was growing up, we took annual family trips to Florida. This was during my pre-teen and early teenager years, so you can understand why a trip to Fudpucker's for dinner was high on my list of things to do while in Destin. I don't know why I subjected myself to each trip, because I knew once we arrived at the restaurant the words that would escape my dad's mouth when I asked him one very important question. Part of the reason I wanted to eat at Fudpucker's each time was so I could ask my dad that all-important question...I guess I partly believed that maybe as each year passed, he would budge a little. It always went like this:
Me: "Dad, can I get a Fudpucker's T-shirt"
Me: "Why not?"
Dad: "Because I said so."
Me: "But all my friends have one!"
Dad: "I don't care if all of your friends have one. You're not going to have one."
Me: "At least tell me why I can't have one!"
Dad: "Lindsey, I'm not going to explain the reason. You'll understand one day."
Dad is right. I did understand, finally, as I grew a little older. My dad didn't want his young daughter walking around in a T-shirt that read "Ya Ain't Been Pucked Till Ya Been Fudpucked." Makes sense, huh?
I'm sure I'll have similar arguments with my children one day. I just hope they respect me as much as I respect my dad. He is my hero, my dad.