My Dad and I don't often see eye to eye. He's logical, I'm creative. If I ask him to choose between two anything, I go with the one he didn't choose. But he's still my Dad, and I'm still his little girl(despite being a 27 year old woman). When I was younger, Mom and I would go shopping for tools, shirts, and ties for his Father Day gifts. Over two decades of the same routine eventually resulted in Dad having all the tools, shirts, and ties he could ever need - despite what Canadian Tire tells you.
Then, he got a position in one of those modern companies with an office dog, a ping-pong table, and a beer keg - he never wears a tie now. So that year when Father's Day came around, I went rogue. I abandoned the typical 'Dad' gifts and made him a mix CD for his hour-long drive to his new, hip office. Fergalicious and Bootylicious blared from his car and I was finally an age where I'm no longer embarrassed and can embrace the ridiculous Dad behaviour that I've grown to love and can't image life without.