Today was my fourth Father's Day, and my last before our family likely descends into complete chaos.
So I was grateful to get most of the ideal Father's Day experience.
For me that entails:
—Taking a nap
—Reading the newspaper without being disturbed
I suppose it's odd that the perfect Father's Day means trying to recreate your life before you had children, but I think that's how it is for most dads.
(And in truth, I didn't get to sleep that late. I was awakened by a pantless 3-year-old who informed me that his bottom needed wiping. Considering he will go sit on the couch if I ignore him, going back to sleep isn't really an option at that point.)
I also got a Father's Day cake that made it all worthwhile.
It was a homemade ice-cream cake, with a base of ice-cream sandwiches.
Elliot helped with the R&D (it was his idea to use crushed peanut-butter Oreos on top). That's my boy!