20 People Flexing Their Cool Parents Through These IG Pages

For those who grew up with them, our parents have a special place in our hearts. Even though sometimes we get into disagreements with them, at the end of the day, we still love them, and they still love us. And, of course, there are a lot of ways to show them your appreciation, from telling them you love them, to taking them out for a dinner.

#1 Dad

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#2 Peak Fashion

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#3 Drinkin’ Ale And Chasin’ Tail

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#4 Someone Call A Toe-Truck For That Pileup Down Around The Junction

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#5 Grateful Dad

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#6 That’s Right, Deep Soothing Breaths

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#7 Clock In And Pass Out

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#8 And They’re Obviously Packing

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#9 Damn Dad, Save Some Birches For The Rest Of Us

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#10 Cutest Picture Of All Time Alert

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#11 Don’t Need Life Jackets When You’ve Got Your Dinghy

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#12 Thought He Was Sitting Me Down To Say He Was A Dungeons And Dragons Fan. What A Relief!

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#13 Going In To Labor

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#14 Slidin’ In Your Dms Like

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#15 That Face When Child Protective Services Is Hot On Your Tail

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#16 Smoke Show

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#17 Got To Have Sectional Healing

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#18 Teamwork To Make The Dream Work

 

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#19 When You’re Responsible For So Much Life In The Universe That You Identify As The Big Bang

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#20 That’s My Dad

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I can already smell the Bensons and Hedges menthols, the Sta-Sof-Fro he’d put in his hair, the Fendi cologne he’d wear. Dressed to the nines with Armani shirts, Saks Fifth Ave slacks and Ferragamo’s on his feet. He had to know he was the flyest brother in the room. But he never did say much. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I’d wake up at night to grab a snack as a kid and he’d be up alone in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette. He’d look over, glare at me for a minute and ask, “Boy, you want to hear a story?” I’d sit up on the counter and he’d share bits and pieces from his life: You’d never know he was born in a barn in Tennessee. You’d wouldn’t think he and his mom fled north to Chicago during the great migration, lived in the boiler room of a housing project until he was twelve. He never talks about the days he had to enter through the back door or walk a little further to use the colored bathrooms. He hides the fact that he was a helicopter door gunner in Vietnam, loading the dead and wounded on board in between firefights. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
What he would say, on a good day, is that his names Melvin, he likes jazz, he’s from the midwest and, his favorite food has always been fried catfish.”