So I woke this morning to my six-year-old son asking what I wanted for breakfast in bed. At 6:30 am I wanted sleep and he respected my wishes by going to his mother's side of the bed and asking repeatedly what I should have for my breakfast in bed. Thus I really did not get my wish.
It's really fine, because it is the spirit of the thing that counts and I think he is the sweetest boy I have ever met. I did finally rouse enough to get him and his sisters breakfast, and I ate with them at the table. No crumbs in bed for me. I enjoy so much just the fact of being a father that I really could not tell much difference this day in how I felt (with the exception of the neat gifts I received!). We had fun today, and a minimum of fatherly correction was needed by my wonderful little ones. Of course one of the top gifts today was the 1:32 scale WWII era German tank that my son gave me. You can never have too many toys!
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