Just A Good Ol' Boy, Wouldn't Change If He Could

When I was in high school, a family friend gave my Dear Ol' Dad a Christmas present, and asked that my step-mom and I put on Polka music when he opened it. We did so, and when DOD opened it, he found ... Daffy Duck Slippers. He put them on, danced around to the polka music for a while. And thus - a tradition was born.

The first time my DH met my parents while we were dating was when he came over for Easter dinner. Seeing his car pull up, I ran outside and pulled him into the house. "You've gotta see this!" There was DOD, dancing in his Daffy Duck slippers. Not an intentional test on my part, but I think it speaks well of DH and our relationship that he did not run screaming into the night, never to be seen or heard from again.

DOD brought his slippers to a school party one year. He had them at my wedding. And, 10 years later, when my best friend from high school, J, got married, both J and her mother specifically requested that I NOT let DOD forget his Daffy Duck slippers when he came to the wedding. They asked what DOD's favorite polka song was ("Who Stole the Kishka"), and when the DJ couldn't find it, they told him to bring any good polka song so DOD would have something good to dance to.

After 20 years, the Daffy's have definitely seen better days. I just hope they last another 20, so that my kids can share the same fun that J and I had. I mean, you can't have a really GOOD and PROPER wedding reception unless the bride gets to dance a polka with someone wearing Daffy Duck Slippers.

Right?