Every week, about three times a week, we drive past a house on our way to my in-law's place. Inside that house is just some random dad of three boys. His kids are all under the age of 10, and they've got just about the coolest dad ever.
The dad and his three boys built a catapult from scratch out of a bunch of 2x4s, a giant rubber band, and a coffee can. It's probably 8 feet tall, and they use it to launch payloads at their neighbors or each other. Or neighborhood girls a la Calvin and Hobbes.
The dad and his three boys built a bunch of benches, camouflaged them, and have been selling them for $25. They've got the sign attached to the bench, and it seems like they're doing pretty well so far. I mean, who wouldn't want a camouflaged bench? On second thought, it might be hard to see if you put it in the garden.
The dad and his three boys have a giant tree house in their backyard, which, I presume, the father built and they're using as a base camp for all kind of awesome father-son adventures.
The dad and his three boys have at least 300 nerf guns and go around shooting each other with them at least three times a day. ...Ok, i've never actually SEEN this happen, but I'm assuming. Because it seems like something they'd do. Because I know them and all.
And every winter, at least when there's enough snow, the dad and his three boys always build some kind of enormous structure that they use for amazing snowball fights. One year it was an honest-to-god Igloo. The next it was a snow fort the size of a small house. Still another year they built a snowman that was without exaggeration the size of their two story house. I'm still unsure how they did it.
I am guessing that either the dad owns his own business and works only a few hours a day, or he's a stay at home dad.
Growing up, the most my dad did with me was bring me and my brother on really long and grueling trips to terrible jungle locations with lots of cannibals, fire ants, and lava pits. And when we weren't on some arduous journey through Mordor, he was at work. Yeah, he worked hard and all, but when it really comes down to it, he missed a lot of our childhood - and we missed a lot of our father.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm trying to say here, but there's definitely something to be said.