Happy Fath- Wait. What?!

This morning started off in a hurry, as M. and I slept in a bit and then had to dash to make it to church for the early service.

The boys and I, excited to celebrate Father's Day with M., bought and wrapped a gift for him. We called out "Happy Father's Day" to him at random moments of the morning, and teased him with his wrapped present on the counter. "You can't open it until after church! But it's greeeaaat! You'll looovvveee it!" You know the teasing I'm talking about.

We enjoyed doughnuts and cold milk for breakfast, and tried to guess where he'd want to go for Father's Day lunch.

M. took our excitement rather good naturedly, though he was somewhat subdued. I assumed it was because he's sort of an understated guy and it's hard to get him excited about some things. Sometimes I feel like Chester the terrier (from the Looney Tunes cartoons) bouncing around Spike the bulldog.


Anyway, we were all happy and excited for M. until we got to church, and it was mentioned that Father's Day was coming up next weekend....

Huh?

Next weekend?

I looked across the row at M., and watched a grin spread slowly across his face.




Whoops!