Jonas and I left early that morning to get breakfast fritters from David's favorite doughnut place, and coffee. Christian showed love by sharing his doughnut with his dad.
|no, he didn't|
Side note here, but Daphne doesn't like doughnuts. She'll eat raw onions, and cooked broccoli is one of her favorite things, but she says doughnuts are 'fuzzy'* and therefore inedible. It's the weirdest thing.
*fuzzy: the fluffy cake part inside a doughnut.
We got to host a little dinner that afternoon. David requested fried chicken and strawberry pie for the meal. I don't particularly enjoy making pies, mostly because I don't like to eat them, and partly because I have a hard time getting a pie crust not be too dry. A quick Pinterest search provided this crust recipe and...winner! It was SO easy that I ended up making two pies and taking one to the neighbors. That's saying a lot because, for reals, making pies is not fun.
|the picture David took that day|
|a pretty good group, if i do say so myself|
|Papa Great's intro to Bob Books|
|post dinner naps|
A Father's Day comprised of food and naps; I think there could be worse days.