I’m in Toronto. It’s my last night here – I’ve been on a little holiday with Rosie Beaucoup. I won’t lie to you – I was a little concerned about leaving 2.0 and Bill Beaucoup on their own, even if for just a few days. I mean, I’m sure man can survive on Kraft Dinner, but I’m not sure that it’s recommended. Because I’m out of the city, I’m missing Father’s Day.
Five weeks after we met, 2.0 lost his dad. I never got to meet him. Days like today have got to be tough even for someone as strong as 2.0. I guess Bill Beaucoup was thinking the same thing. He wondered what 2.0 would have done with his dad if he were still here. My dad figured they would have played a round of golf, had some pizza and shared a beer or two. Bill Beaucoup doesn’t play golf, but he knew the US Open Golf Championship was being televised this weekend. He picked up a pizza and two beers and drove to my house. One of those beers was for 2.0, and the other was to toast his dad.
That, my friends, is fatherhood. You step up when a kid – no matter the age – might need you.
Turns out they really can take care of themselves.