We were traveling on Father's Day this year. It was for a good reason, but I still couldn't help but feel like Sweet Husband got cheated out of his day.
So I told him we'd surprise him some random Sunday with a "Fake Father's Day".
While the "surprise" part may have been dubious--the Kid can not keep a secret--today was our appointed make-up Father's Day, complete with all the trimmings.
Breakfast delivery, a walk to the train park, snow cones--all of Sweet Husband's favorites and not an ounce of yard work!
While arranging for Sweet Husband to sleep in this morning--read: keeping the children quiet until 8 a.m.--was a wee bit taxing, on the whole, I like living in a world where Sweet Husband gets to decide what we do and the Kid has to go along because, "it's Dad's day, bub, he gets to pick".
Example: after dinner, Sweet Husband said, "You know, we should have some of that mustard butter popcorn."
"It's your day, dear!" I cheerfully replied as I pulled out the kernels.