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Today is Father’s Day. At least, it is in Italy. I typed it in Wikipedia and I found out that Father’s Day happens in a different day depending on the country. And, in some cases, on the year. That doesn’t make much sense. But, hey, it is one of those days good just for buying useless presents or for making ambiguous school projects.
However, this is my first Father’s Day, so I enjoyed it. And I’m sure that, even if Agata is just five months old and she spends her time licking and sucking things, she innerly knows today is Father’s Day, and she wants to cheer me up 🙂
Claudia surely does, she bought me a tray of “bignè di San Giuseppe” (the traditional fried cream puffs for Saint Joseph Day, which is when Italians celebrate father’s day) and one of those gift-books which get sold solely on these occasions, precisely the “Book of Super Daddy, for the Best Daddy in the World” which, accordingly to the back cover, is “the secret weapon to win as a Super Dad”. Yeah, Claudia bought me that, true story.
Interestingly, beside being a stinky pile of crap, the book is also full of clever and unexpected advises: it tells you how to dodge changing diapers, which excuses do not work anymore an a bunch of new ones 100% guaranteed to avoid you (fatherhood) nuisances, how to survive the agony of family-trips, how to blackmail your son, how to always get what you want, how to bricolage simple lethal weapons, how to change your family for a new one. No jokes. Apparently none of these things disqualifies you from being nominated Super Daddy, as far as they are kept secret. Now I get the back cover, I totally do.