Whoever started the tradition of breakfast in bed for dads on Father's Day did not realize that I slept in on Sundays. At 8 am that morning, Cameron came into the room after being awake for 2 hours and informed me that he was hungry. I slid out of bed to make not one, but two honorary breakfasts. I had two dads to pay homage to that day.
While I was making whole grain pancakes, eggs and bacon, Cameron took a shower, read his Sunday lesson and started into his homework reading assignments - biding his time.
I had my dad come upstairs to partake breakfast in one bed so that we could swarm the two of them at once with our chorus of He's a Jolly Good Fellow.
Swarming!
Oh dear, I can't put in the picture who this beautiful girl is. I am sure that the ladybugs will inform me as soon as they see their - no, not face, but the picture that is colored for daddy.
Happy Father's Day!
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