Friday night, walking in the door.
The Kid: Daddy, guess what we got you for Father's Day? It's a surprise.
Sweet Husband: Oh really? What is it?
The Kid: It's a bag for all your tools!
Me: Let's be quiet and get dressed so we can go get Dada breakfast.
The Kid (whispering): OK!
*I head for the bathroom. Bedroom door slams as the Kid jumps into bed on/with Sweet Husband.*
Me: Bub, we are so failing at this.
We made up for our lack of stealth with breakfast out and a trip to the wood carving store to pick out a new whittlin' knife. Between that and a big slab of ribs for dinner, I think the papa of the house felt pretty loved, which is, I suppose, really the point of the thing after all.
Happy Father's Day to all you awesome, laid-back dads out there!