Sh*t...

One of the least conspicuous (but most meaningful) items in my home is a green bamboo basket that is placed next to the pot in my bathroom. (If you're not into "gross" I suggest you leave this page right now because this is only going down the drain from here!)

The green basket holds a lot. A couple of newspapers, couple of Tinkle comics, sometimes a Reader's Digest and always the book that I am currently reading. Lest you get funny ideas about my reading habits, let me just spill the guts and say, every morning when it's pot time I catch up on my daily reading. It's usually short and occurs at a time when my family is still asleep so it really doesn't cause anyone any harm. Sometimes, especially on weekends, and if the book is in its nail-biting parts, that could be a much longer time and that's when the green basket becomes the object of my wife's ire.

Yesterday I finished reading my last one, a high school masala called "When it Happens". Coincidentally, yesterday was also Father's Day so my sweet son presented me with a book that I had recently read from our local library's "7 days only" section and simply loved that I wanted a copy for myself. It could not have been a better gift and I was so happy that my son was so thoughtful. Gotta love him.

So today, I replaced "When it Happens" with my new book in the green basket (no disrespect to my dear son here, I still love him and he's my favorite person in the whole world). But again, it made so much sense. That's the purpose of the green basket, I just finished reading my last book (perfect timing) and to top it all, the name of the book is "Sh*t My Dad Says". I mean, how much better can this get?

If you haven't read this book, I whole-heartedly suggest it. It's hilarious. Actually that's an understatement. Trust me, I wouldn't buy my own copy if I don't see myself reading a book over and over again. So you can imagine how many times this book will make it to the green basket and how perfect my home is going to look. Talk about homes that have a theme...

As far as my son goes, is he going to feel bad to see where his precious Father's Day gift went? Sure, he is. And he is going to be furious to see I even blogged about it. But hey! Look at the bright side. I just gave him his first chance at instant fame too. Now he has the opportnity to write his own book - "Sh*t My Dad Reads".

P.S. My son is all of 9 years and has no idea of the contents of Justin Halpern's classic. He's a good kid and will always be my favorite person in the whole world...