To kick off Father’s Day weekend the wife decided to hit a Steve Earle concert. I’m not as big of a fan and found myself relegated to kid duty (I know, on MY weekend of all times).
So to make Friday a little more fun I decided we should go to Phil’s Ice House for burgers and a giant playscape. Here are the wee ones waiting for our dinner to be called. Whenever we go to a joint where they call names, I switch it up so they call one kid or the other. I think they’ll appreciate that some day.
If you’re a dad or have one, I wish you a Happy Father’s Day. I wonder where Stacey will go tomorrow and leave me with the lovely kids…
