Father's Day

Him.  The father of my world.

He did get to sleep in.

 Andy gave him chess.

 I gave him a new suit and got his Italian leather shoes resoled, so that he would look the part as, "Father of our ward."

I would never chose any other man to be the father of my children and my eternal companion.

 The rest of the last week as follows:
I took only the two little boys to buy our weekly produce and milk.  Simplest shopping trip ever, both ride in the cart.

I asked one to empty the dishwasher.  He must have heard me say, "Please dump the dishes."

Lucky rolled over.

I took all seven to the theater.  Never doing that again.