Okay, so usually it’s, “Daddy.” (click for big and sharp)
Above, Ben plays during a friends’ birthday party a couple weeks ago. I cropped it to get rid of the annoying glare from the flash (because I didn’t have an hour to fix that before posting this).
So far, it’s a great Father’s Day. Shannon got up with Benjamin (usually my gig on weekends) and I later awoke at 8:50 to my son saying, “Surprise! Happy Father’s Day!”
Then he ran back to his room and started hailing his mother. “Come on, Mommy, come play with me.”
Fast forward to breakfast. I scarfed a bowl of Kellog’s Organic Frosted Mini Wheats (it honestly just tastes better, but the organic part is fine, too). Ben ate a whole-grain toaster waffle (it honestly just tastes better, but… ah, nevermind — it’s whole-grain, so it must be good).
Ben chomped some grapes while I looked up Shrek the Third playing times at our local cheapie first-run theater. We’re going to see it as a family.
Then with the cards and gifts.
Great Father’s Day so far.
It was a great day. After Shrek the Third (it was just okay) we spent part of the rainy afternoon inside playing with Ben’s cars. During a lull in the downpour, all four of us (that includes Cassie the dog) took a neighborhood walk together. I had a blast pushing Ben around on his Rock, Roll, ‘n’ Ride XL, and Shannon kept Cassie from doing her business on neighbors’ yards.
Then it was off to On the Border for dinner. I must recommend their Southwest Chicken Soft Tacos — fajita chicken, fried onions, and creamy jalapeño lime sauce.