first, he made me french toast

the best batch ever, no lie

i think it was because there was too much vanilla, and it turns out french toast is extra delicious with too much vanilla

then we went to a nearby town and walked around

just wandered

and then drove home, to refuel

went out for ice cream and go-kart rides

came home and had chicken - i tried to make chicken francaise, but will have to get better.  but he ate it, without complaint.

then sat, right smack next to me, on the bench on the porch

and then finally, at 8, declared my day up, and retired to his den

and someone on facebook said her boys took very good care of her

but i knew she meant with gifts

and i know

i had it better