Friday, February 15, 2013

You Can't Compete With Grandparents

So, yesterday was the Pizzmeister's birthday, and besides making porny looking snowman pancakes for dinner, Mama Bear and I bought the boy all sorts of really cool presents, trying to be the super parents we aspire to be.

Well, things didn't quite work out the way I had planned in my mimsy  mushroom brain where I am the raddest dad in the world.  

First, what I thought would be the coolest gift ever doesn't work.  I was so bummed about it, way more upset than the Pizzmeister was.  

Pizzly was all gracious and shiz saying,"It's still way cool dad!"

Sure, he was a little disappointed that he couldn't drive his new mini monster truck, but he quickly recovered and started using it as a push car, so the failure wasn't as epic as I thought.

Plus, after Mama Bear wrote the vendor who sold it to us, telling them of the situation, we immediately got an e-mail back saying that they were sending out a replacement that very minute!

Now, that's awesome customer service and beyond what we were expecting!  

Thank you SnB Wholesale you'll be the first place we look for Two-zy's birthday in July!

Second thing that didn't go as planned; Mama Bear usurped my hero status as an rc driver.  

She bought the boy one of those cool little stunt cars that can do all sorts of nifty tricks.  Of course, being all cocky and shiz, I said I was going to show them both how to run it.  It turns out I was useless, so Pizzles took over and giggled evilly as he could get it to do whatever he wanted.  

Then Mama Bear, who claims to be a terrible rc driver, took over and could pull off all these wicked stunts, which just added to the insult.  

I couldn't even get the darn thing to go forward!


Then the most unplanned thing of all happened.  

Pizzly declared that Grammy and Grampy gave the best gifts of all, which, of course, made me jealous as all hell.

They gave him a little red truck and gave each of the boys a little stunt racer, so they could race around the living room and demolish our house in the process.

Way to make us look bad guys!  Thanks!  

He loved his little red truck so much he wanted to bring it to bed with him last night, but settled for giving it a kiss good night instead because it was filthy from all the fun.

Oh man I was/am so jealous!

Goddamn you Grammy and Grampy for being so freaking awesome!

I wanted to be the awesome one this time.  **Pout**

And the worst part of it is, the other set of grand parents are coming over tomorrow to knock Mama Bear and I completely off the coolness ladder! 

Well, we'll just see about that now won't we?

Since I have no honor, I think I am going to take the boys out on a shopping trip to try and sway the results, but with my luck it will backfire on me because if I have learned anything since becoming a daddy it is this.

You can't compete with the grandparents for coolness.  They will always win and won't even realize it.  It's like magic.  There's no other explanation for it.

So, I might was well let the inevitable happen and wait until it's my turn to spoil the crap out of a grand kid.


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