A few days ago, my son asked me: “Mom, is it almost the day that we love daddy?” (pause) “You know, like Mother’s Day for dads?” “Well yes it is almost that day,” I explained to him, “and we call it Father’s Day.” The day was simple, but wonderful: bacon and coffee, kid giggles, a bike ride, lunch and soft serve ice cream, naps, and finally, fishing on the dock. We even caught a fish with our fancy and sophisticated fishing pole: Oh, and something more amazing? After seeing the fish caught, filleted, and cooked, (getting a brief lesson in…
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The weather was beautiful (if a little windy) and it is strawberry season around here, so I took the boys to go pick strawberries. Well, I took Aiden to go pick strawberries. Apparently, I took Connor to teach him not to pick the green ones. Aiden already knew not to pick the green ones because of a discussion we had about my tomato plant last week. I had scolded them for picking the ripe tomatoes before we were ready to eat them. (This is mostly because they use them as small flying objects, rather than food). So when I saw…