A few years ago, when we were living in Amarillo, we threw a birthday party in our backyard. A few friends from the moms’ group came over and we had a bunch of backyard games and fun. We had filled a tub full of water balloons, and the kids thought it would be fun to throw them at daddy. At the last minute, I decided to put on the old tuxedo coat, blue satin gag shirt, a thrift-store football helmet, and a mardi gras mask.
Yes, we had all of those things just lying around.
I asked Sally to introduce me as “The Amazing Fantastico” and a tradition was born. We now see Fantastico once a year and the kids often try to make me admit that I am him, which I will not do.
This year, just before Easter, our daughter announced that The Amazing Fantastico had a friend who would visit us at Easter time. That was news to me. She even named him: Mr. Fluffypants. She asked me to call Fantastico and see if Mr. Fluffypants would come over so they could throw confetti eggs at him. So I made a call.
Mr. Fluffy Pants. from mattandsally on Vimeo.
There may be a day when my children roll their eyes and say “stop it, dad.” There may be a day when I can’t get George to finally crack a smile. There may even be a day when Sam doesn’t stand up and dance on the table. May that day be far from now, and may I find new and innovative ways to be ridiculous until then.
by Matt
Sarai - there are no words for how much I love this.
Sarah Wolfe - The kids and I all watched this and got a good laugh out of it. Actually, a couple of them were baffled. Sam was my favorite. He has a future in the dance scene!