shitaki mushrooms

We won't be here for Father's Day, so I thought I'd surprise Kevin with an early Father's Day. I ran out at 6:30 this morning and got him a splurgalicious Starbucks latte and a muffin from his favorite bakeshop. I also gave him a poster collage with pictures of all three kids. But what was supposed to be a good morning for him quickly turned sour. Although his office is only about 10 miles away, he had to commute over an hour to a different office this morning (ugh!) Running a little late, as he rushed to the car, he tripped and his caffeinated heaven-in-a-cup that he had barely even sipped was dumped all over the garage floor. Oh...and his nice work pants and shoes. "Shitaki mushrooms!" was exclaimed, only he didn't say "shitaki mushrooms." The three-year-old and almost-two-year-old within earshot thought they'd also try out exclaiming "shitaki mushrooms!" and laughing. Only...they didn't say "shitaki mushrooms" either. Lovely. Now poor Kevin is running even more late, he's covered in coffee, the garage is a mess, and both his toddlers are shouting expletives. This was not how I intended his substitute Father's Day to go. I guess we'll try again on the real Father's Day. :)