“Why didn’t you wish me a Happy Father’s Day?” Hubby pouted.
“Um, excuse me?” I made out between chomps of my peanut butter toast.
“You didn’t wish me a Happy Father’s Day today,” he said.
“You don’t get to celebrate Father’s Day just because you’re a boy, silly. You have to be a dad also.”
I slurped my coffee pointedly.
“Well, I’m Oscar’s dad,” he said, sticking his tongue out.
We both laughed, and our merry little pug snorted and snuggled into Hubby’s arms delightedly. If our real kids turn out to be half as spoiled as our dog, we’re in trouble. I rubbed Oscar’s belly and gave Hubby a squeeze.
“Happy Father’s Day, you goofs.”