Captain Handsome noticed today that I had a brake light out. Now in my marriage, he would shall not be named never would have helped me. I am not very vehicle smart and I would have been that woman at pep boys begging for assistance. Captain Handsome, however, is adamant that myself, Gamer Boy, and Scooter Girl, have a safe and reliable vehicle to drive.
I had an appointment and CH didn't want me driving my vehicle with a brake light out so I took his truck. I love driving his truck. It smells deliciously like his cologne and reminds me blissfully of our first date. Annnnyway......
I got home from my appointment. Not only had my love fixed my brake light, but he changed my oil and took care of my other car fluids. Here's the kicker. My angel vacuumed and detailed my car. This man is my rock!
Due to Captain Handsome's diligence, however, you can imagine some humorous event had to occur. After I cried and gushed over my vehicle, because my gentle readers, it was like the end days in there. French fries, trash,crumbs, and as I came to learn....gum.
"Can we talk about something?" Says Captain Handsome.
"Of course", I say. "What's up?"
"Gum." Says my love.
"Gum?" I ask.
"Do Gamer Boy and Scooter Girl...do they know where to put gum after they chew it?"
I looked at him puzzled and amused. "I would assume so."
"I found 21 pieces of chewed gum in the car." Captain Handsome says, visibly irritated.
"21?" I say, now amused.
"21." Says he. " I found it in the ashtray, stuck between the seats, in the backseat cup holders, in the carpet....." He finishes. Still visibly irritated.
"Uhm. Do you want to talk to the kids or do you want me to?" I ask.
He immediately replies..."no, I've got this one."
My poor children.
Fast forward twenty minutes as we get home from school. Gamer boy is given a scraper and is scraping gum off the carpet, and Scooter girl is scrubbing out drink holders. Captain Handsome tells the children, "this is your moms car and she uses it to get to work and to pick you up from school. I want it to be nice for her."
Nice for me. The concept of a man loving me enough to do anything like this for me and providing my children (now also his by default) a life lesson in respect, it is just unfathomable. At this point, I would literally jump off a cliff to make this man happy as he has done for me.
The moral of this blog, dear readers? The moral of this blog is that genetics do not a daddy make. Being a father is about boundaries, teaching moments, respect and trust. Captain Handsome may not realize the influence and respect he has from my, now definitively our, children. He may not realize that now, nearly a year later, he is a Daddy. He has gone from single, freewheeling bachelor, to totally devoted family man in a years time. His love and devotion to me has caused him to operate outside his comfort zone, to put himself in a father role with compassion and a gentle firmness that my children have absolutely accepted.
I asked Gamer Boy what he thought about Captain Handsome's daddy style and he said,
"Sometimes he really pisses me off, but I really love him."
Out of the mouths of babes. Captain Handsome has become a parent.
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