Father’s Day just passed recently. I was never big on Father’s Day because my family never really celebrated it growing up. That’s not the same story with your mother, who thought I qualified for the membership because of Kili.
So what did we do that day? Well, we packed up everything Kili owns and handed her off to a friend to take care of so we could go on vacation for the next two weeks. With her out of the way and your Uncle Derek and Aunt Carol in town , we had a day out around the town doing pre-kid stuff like participating in a coffee tasting at Freestate Coffee hosted by your mom’s boss and browsing around Liberty and Regent Street before settling down for a relaxing meal at Princi.
We didn’t actually celebrate the occasion only because your mom botched it up a few days earlier. After work one day, she texted me and asked what belt size I wear. I told her. Later that night, I asked, “Why did you need to know my belt size?” To which she responded, “Oh someone else was asking me.” I naturally followed up with a “Who?” and then your mom started laughing at herself for being such a bad liar.
So she fessed up and handed me my Father’s Day gift a couple of days early. I’m sure you can guess what she got me.