and Dads are just for Fun

This morning my son slid off the bed and banged his mouth. There was blood and much tears. Stephen did not want anything to do with me. I wanted to comfort him, but nooo; “I want Mommy”.
Then Kathy said something that just nailed it:
Dads are just for Fun
Ok, so this a complete and utter over simplification. Yet it is true. I am fun; I run around like a lunatic, spin around, jump, throw, fall down and make stupid sounds – all with or without my son.
Hmmm, will I also be fun to my Daughter? or might she call me when she is hurt