Due to logistics we're celebrating Father's Day today. The youngest admitted all he had was a homemade card and I said that's what I preferred. He said he'd feel burned if that's all he got and I said that one day, he'd understand. (The card, by the way, had the word FATHER translated into about 20 different languages, all thanks to various Google searches. I think he's brilliant.)

Breakfast in bed included a bowl of instant Cream of Wheat and grated Taza chocolate. It was perfect and I'm lucky to have two such perfect sons in such an imperfect world.

I wonder who is going to do the dishes. I wonder if I really wonder.....