The Best Papa in the World gets to spend Father's Day getting his big toe x-rayed. That's what happens when you have too much fun after work playing soccer on a turf field with other almost-40-year-olds.
Bunny and Wallie have been whining, fighting, crying hot messes all morning as the result of not getting enough sleep at Tata's house last night, so I envy J. his quiet, peaceful waiting room time. (I hope the toe isn't broken because we move in a week!)
Happy Father's Day, Pops! We love you!
