it’s a rainy father’s day in dallas.

the wife made blueberry scones and got me a laptop bag and a book called bringing up boys, which is very appropriate since we will soon have two.

it’s funny that mother’s day is the busiest restaurant day of the year, and father’s day is just another day, if not slow. the women cook on father’s day, and the men just take the women out. dunno how they put up with us.

took carter out to do his new favorite thing, which is sit in the driver’s seat of the truck and turn the wheel (“steee eee wheee”), flip the wipers on (“swish swish”), hit the hazard light button (“binker binker”), and honk the horn (“bee bee”). i think he’d live in the car if we’d let him.