Well you see my dad had been collecting Tinkerbell stuff on the low key for a while, passing it off like it was nothing. First it was a mug, then one of those windshield things you use to keep your car cool during the summer. I bought him a Tinkerbell Christmas ornament one year.
Now the thing about my dad is that I can't buy him anything for his birthday, fathers day, or Christmas without him saying it's a waste of space. However, if it has Tinkerbell it's a different situation.
Funny thing is, I remember dudes my dad's age that also liked Tinkerbell. It kind of leads me to believe that Tinkerbell was my dad's generation's waifu.