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. :)