Father's Day!
Stella drew a mug for Daddy with a porcelain pen and we baked it in the oven.
We went out and got Daddy his favourite coffee and bagel.
We took Daddy out for an ice cream.
We sent Daddy to the driving range for the evening.
And the most unique idea ever, mini golf!
Wait, what?
Turns out it's the busiest day of the year by far, so the gals giving out the clubs told us.
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| Warming up. |
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| "Oh, my aching feet. I'm sorry, pardon? 18 holes to go? This is SO not good for the pedi." |
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| Mommy's two little handicaps (still cleaned house, holla) |
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| Gigi drove the cart. |
Stella's handicap (just kidding, Daddy)
Under the tutilage of the "Great Northern Wonder", Stella managed to get not one, but TWO holes in one. The other 1000 golfers were impressed and the other dozen three year olds felt a little intimidated, as they well should have. It's Stella, after all.
Even when requiring more than one shot, our little girl still made Mike proud on "Daddy's Day".
What more could a man ask for?
(According to our golf-friendly neighbour Frank, Mike could ask for a third child, so he would have a foursome to book at Cedar Hill course. Frank clearly can't hear into our house from across the street.)
Happy Father's Day, our Most Wonderful Daddy ever!!!
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