Some great #dad #content this month:

"Where is the poop emoji on my phone?"
"Barack Obama is like the black Pierre Trudeau."
"Home Depot: what a great place for tools" - half to himself watching a commercial for it

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My dad was not a costume guy (except for childhood where he was Andy Panda for four years straight)
However, he was really into Snoopy and loved the Great Pumpkin special. So when I was very little (like 3 or 4) my parents would buy a pumpkin and have a neighbor leave it on the porch, ring the doorbell during dinner and run away. We'd go outside and see that the Great Pumpkin had left us a pumpkin (with a note on it... in my dad's handwriting). Then we carved it, of course. Following my dad's rules I still make jack-o-lanterns with ears (you have to stick them in with toothpicks).

My dad one year opened the door on Halloween night wearing a grotesque groundhog/chipmunk(?) mask, but he had to take it off after small children kept bursting into tears.

My dad was a kindergarten teacher for many many years and his costumes were always on point and awesome. My favorite being the year he did the Johnny Depp version of Willy Wonka, complete with creepy white makeup.

Forget Vampires, The Only Thing I'm Hunting For Is Drafts In The House

I guess my husband and I are dads now, because I love spreadsheets and he is a tightwad who hates the heating bills for our old farmhouse.

Prior to my arrival, my parents passed the time as coked-up disco bunnies who knew every gay bar in Houston. Their photo albums are fantastic (except for feeding beer to their cats - not cool, y'all). However, with the advent of children, my dad stopped with the costumes overall, to my dramatic little child-heart's chagrin. The only year I recall my dad dressing up is the year he planned and helped build a haunted house at my middle school. He wore a deep-hooded brown robe with red LED lights for eyes, and this was aaaaaaaaaaaaaages ago, before such a thing was a thing. I was suitably impressed, and he has coasted on that one costume for a long.

Now that he has a granddaughter, I have informed him he gets a pass this year, and next year, he's going to be Daddy Pig, from Peppa Pig. Or possibly a My Little Pony. Maybe Apple Jack. I haven't decided.

I just want to note that Peak Dad has been reached, My Dad has found out about Dad Jokes and thinks it means anything funny. So now he goes around telling regular jokes and saying mildly amusing G.K. Chesterton quotes and then adds proudly, "Hashtag Dad Jokes!"

(I suppose he's technically correct in that sometimes they are jokes and he has sired offspring.)