Father’s Day is a difficult concept in this house. Especially when one kid is sick and the other is begging to go see Avengers. So no rest for the wicked. Or J. Ha. So in between showings and laundry, I had the boys draw pictures for J. I said ‘Let’s draw our family’. Bad decision.
This is me. According to L. See the resemblance? The hair, the nose, the wideness. In fact, he told J he made me big. Fantastic.
So I lovingly asked him to try again. That was a mistake.
L made me draw J with his constant attire (KU stuff) and then me. He wanted me in heels and a skirt. But apparently the fact that I don’t have a shirt on didn’t bother him. I’m glad my kid thinks I’m all class.
Happy Father’s Day to the best dad and husband ever. Even through the pukes and Captain A-hair-ica.