7 Things I Thought My Dad Invented (Before I Knew Better)

When I was but a wee boy, clueless to the ways of the world, I used to think my dad was the worldâs greatest inventor. He was the one who mastered technology, who coined phrases, who tirelessly created new ways to be lazy. Yes, Dad was responsible for everything.
Now that Iâm grown, I can admit that I was wrong. Way wrong. Hoo boy, was I wrong. But I love my dad, anyway, despite it all.
Here are some things I used to give the old man credit for, before I knew better.
1 Smacking your lips and saying âahhâ after a sip of soda

In the âwisdomâ of my thirties, I understand that this is a trope developed by the sodapop industry to make their customers believe that carbonated corn syrup is somehow refreshing. But a quarter of a century ago, I thought it was the funniest thing Dad ever did. Haha! What a sound! There wasnât any explanation needed. It simply guaranteed a giggle-fit from me.
Compound this with the fact that Dad was strong enough to pop open the tab on my can of Sprite, and you can see why heâs my hero.
2 Petting the cat with your foot so you donât have to reach

Dad has never been one to extend effort where effort is not absolutely necessary. Our cat, Señor Fuzz, was well aware of this trait–honestly, I think he even admired it. When Dad would recline in his La-Z-Boy, Señor Fuzz liked to nuzzle his cheek right up against the bottom of Dadâs foot. Dad would, in turn, use his surprisingly nimble toes to scratch the catâs chin.
When I was a boy, watching in awe as my father used his sweaty, stinky feet to bring bliss to the cat, it didnât register to me as laziness. I saw it as the ingenuity of a true genius.
3 Calling Wednesday âHump Dayâ

What did it mean? Where did it come from? As a boy, I couldnât fathom the answer to these questions. As an adult, though–well, I still canât. Dad somehow came up with a way to make Wednesdays funny. From that day on, all Wednesdays were camels. Haha! Camels with humps.
In my teenage years, âhumpâ took on a new meaning. A meaning that Dad might imply, but would never come right out and say. I appreciate that, Dad.
4 Singing in the shower

Itâs pretty good, right? It was Dadâs idea to put the acoustics in there, you know. We could hear him all the way in the kitchen, bellowing out the âScooby-dooby-dooâ verse from âStrangers In the Night,â over and over again. His favorite shower numbers were definitely Sinatra tracks. But on rare mornings, when the mood was right, weâd hear him sing âHabeneraâ from Carmen, or that song that goes âB-b-b-b-b-bird bird bird, bird is the word.â
I want to be clear here: it wasnât my idea to flush the toilet when Dad was on the bridge of âMore Than a Feeling.â It was Mattâs idea, okay? You gotta admit, though, the sudden rush of cold water did wonders to help Dad reach that high note.
5 Slurping milk straight from the bowl after youâve eaten your cereal

âYou want to grow up big and strong, right? Just like Dad? Then put that spoon down, son. The time for spoons is over. Wait. Hold on. Okay, Momâs not looking. Weâre good now. CHUG, CHUG, CHUG!!â
6 Lighting a match after pooping

In the summer of â96, my dad sat me down for a serious conversation. âLook, son. Youâre developing into a man. Soon youâll have hair everywhere you can imagine. Yes, youâll be rich with hair. Richer than you could ever know. Sorry about that, by the way. Itâs genetic. For now, your manhood is announcing itself–uh, whatâs the word…aromatically–when you step out of the can.â And thatâs when he handed me my very first book of matches.
As I lit a match for the first time after pooping, I was reminded, yet again, that Dad was a genius and an innovator–albeit, one who was too cheap to buy air freshener.
7 Oh, and Dad definitely invented the regulations for loading the dishwasher

He just refuses to tell anybody what, exactly, they are.Â

Did my dad really invent these things? My heart says, “Yes.” My semi-functioning adult brain says, âNo way, JosĂ©.â But thatâs not important! What really matters is that Dad taught me the skills, tricks, and quirks that helped me develop into who I am today. For that, Iâll always be grateful.
Now if only Dad could invent a way to tell me what to get him for Christmas…