Happy Fathers' Day

This morning was like any other Sunday. I take care of The Boy while P runs great laps through the city. I envision him one day bringing me coffee in bed, cleaning the house and making me dinner, but today The Boy was just being extra cute, so I'll take that as my gift from him. P on the other hand, she should know better.

Me: "I thought you might have woken me up with, you know, a special treat."

P: "I got you a card. Lost the envelope, but, well, happy Fathers' Day. Gotta go. He hasn't been changed yet."

The Boy: "Daddy. Poo-poo?!?"

Happy Fathers' Day. Hope yours was as good as mine.