We spent the first part of the day in San Antonio. While we waited to for my dad and Matt to return home I explained to Zachy that it was Father's Day. We had barbeque waiting and most importantly (to Z anyway) - ice cream! When my dad and Matt walked through the front door, Z ran up and said, "Happy Father's Day", but it came out sounding more like "Happy Farter's Day"! In years to come, that day will never be the same...
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