Not a story of my dad and I, but an awkward encounter. My stepson was at his dad's yesterday (as it should be), so the wife and I were doing yard work. We go to the hardware store and get our supplies. We're loading up the truck by the front door when the boy's grandparents on his dad's side come out. We get along with them just fine. The wife still cuts their hair for them and the mom is actually my friend on Facebook as well as having let my wife know when she saw a posting for a job I might be interested in.
Anyway, my stepson's dad's mom told me Happy Father's Day yesterday. Kinda awkward, though it's cool too.
As much as I love the little guy, I don't feel that I deserve special recognition on Father's Day, especially since his dad is still a large part of his life. Might be different if he wasn't in the picture, but, to me, Father's Day is HIS day.