The boys have been very eager for Father’s Day to arrive. They have been planning to serve poppa breakfast in bed.
Cody made a sign. It was all his idea. When you read the sign you must read it like this: sleep in POPPA, yelling out the last word because that is what exclamation marks are for. I don’t know why there is an extra P, there just is.
Cody picked out the perfect rose from our backyard to go in the vase. Carter made the fruit salad, Cody heated up the croissant. They were both very excited. Can you tell?
The tray, in case you were wondering, is a rimmed cookie sheet with a dish towel on the top. Yeah, we are just that classy.
Happy Father’s Day to all you wonderful dads out there.