Scott

Scott had to share Fathers Day with Freestone's birthday, poor guy!  It seems like life is never really about the dad.  He's not in the spotlight, he misses out when he's at work, and he has a lot of responsibility when he gets home.  He loves the responsibility of raising kids, of course, but he wouldn't mind sitting alone in a cool basement theater, sipping a mint julep (OK, maybe that's just Scott) and watching sports.  More often, he's folding laundry, motivating kids, picking someone up from ballet or taking one or two of them on a special date.  If he IS in the basement theater, Ptolemy is probably right there enjoying the game with him.  Spilling the mint juleps.  Crushing the chips into the rug and trying to drink the salsa.  Every man's dream, huh?

Scott wanted to get a big, metal tub for get-togethers, to put ice-cold drinks in.  Sarah and I were laughing about what is is about guys that they have this image of ice-cold drinks in big tubs that equals relaxation?  We decided they have been conditioned by thousands of sporting-event-broadcast beer commercials.  "Grab an ice-cold beer and relax!"  Even if Scott had a big tub full of ice, the drinks in it would most likely be sippy cups and milk jugs.  

Scott's not a typical guy in any way.  He's a different sort than your average Monday-night-football kind of guy.  He's better-dressed than most guys, for one thing, and he never puts his interests first.  If there is something involving his kids, he'd rather be doing that than anything else.  He took Freestone to his last few baseball games even though he would have preferred to gouge his own eyes out, because it was important to him that Free learn about commitment.  He called today to say that the NBA draft is Thursday, and wondered what we were doing for Golda's birthday that day.  I told him we could plan around the draft, but he said Golda's birthday was more important.

I'm so glad Scott is such a loving dad.  Everyone adores him, and for good reason.  One of these days, he'll get his big tub full of ice-cold soda pop and his quiet time.  But not yet.  And he's OK with that.