Fisher hands Daddy a Father’s Day card. It has the figure of a man in an orange shirt on the front. Daddy opens it up. Inside it says, “I love you, Papa,…” Daddy points out that Fisher must have given Daddy Papa’s card. Fisher stares. He comes over and takes back the card, seeming confused.
C (handing over her version of the card, her figure in a green-yellow shirt): Daddy, I made this for you.
D: Oh! Thanks, Cory. This card is so nice! Did you make this picture on the front?
D: All by yourself?
C: Yes. First, I chose a piece of paper that was…
Cory begins to recite the exact steps required to make the card. Fisher bursts out crying.
D (reaching to his shoulder): Fisher, what’s the matter?
F (through sobs): I…gave…you…the…wrong…card…
D: Fisher, that’s okay. You can just give the card to Papa. That’s totally okay.
F (sobbing): But, I have the wrong hair!
D (??): You have the wrong hair?
F (agonized sobs): But, I made the wrong hair!
Daddy takes the card that Fisher made for Papa, closing it to see that the figure on the front has light hair.
F: Papa has black hair, and I made the wrong hair!
D: Well, I don’t think Papa’s hair is black. He’ll still like this card, so…
F (sobbing): But, it’s not black! I made the wrong hair!
D: Fisher, listen. We…
C (coming over, using a higher-than-normal pitch): It’s okay, Fisher. (Patting him on the arm.) It’s okay. I can help you fix it. Fisher, do you want me to help you fix it?
F (sobbing): I made an oopsie-doo! It’s not the right hair!
C: We can fix your oopsie doo, Fisher. We can fix it. Do you want me to help you fix it?
F (calming down some): Uh huh.
Daddy smiles as Cory heads to the tray of multi-colored paper in the corner of the family room that everyone calls their “office.”
D: Good. Now, Fisher, you’re dinner is ready. Why don’t you come over with me to sit down and eat?
F (calming down more): Okay, Daddy.
C (in her high-pitched kindergarten teacher voice): See, Fisher. Is this paper a good color?
Fisher shakes his head yes. Everyone heads to the kitchen table. Cory assembles black paper, scissors, glue, and Fisher’s oopsie-dooed card. As Fisher makes quiet “aftermath” noises and Daddy provides dinner commentary, Cory narrates her creative process. A bit later…
C (holding up a black paper toupee): Fisher, is this good?
F: Oh! Cory! That looks good, Cory. You can eh, er, uh cut so good.
C (with that high-pitched voice): Can you come over here and help me glue it on?
F: Daddy, can I get out of my chair to help Cory eh, uh, er do the glue?
Fisher gets up. The two of them glue on Paper Papa’s toupee.
C (as Fisher holds up their final product): There, Fisher! See, we fixed your oopsie-doo.
F (smiling): Thank you really much.
C: Fisher, put your card with mine. We can give them to Papa when he comes home.
D: Awesome, guys. There really shouldn’t be any crying in Father’s Day, guys.
F (throwing Daddy a quizzical look): What did you say, Daddy?
D: There’s no crying in Father’s Day, Fisher.
Fisher puts a glazed smile on his face, as if he has no idea what crying Daddy might be referring to. He walks on his tiptoes to place his card next to Cory’s. Cory starts cutting the remnants of the black paper, smiling and making a mess.
It will be a happy Father’s Day after all…