Two little girls peeking into the back window to secretly spy on Daddy as he goes to the bathroom.
So, basically David's Father's Day present is...not getting a single moment to himself.
But this is what happens when your kids want to be around you as much as they can, even when you are taking a pee, because they think you might be the most wonderfully magical, intensely fun, consistently and predictably loving person on the planet. He'll just have to deal with that kind of constant adoration.
He's also going to stain the back deck today. And he's making me help him. Lord. Doesn't he just want a tie or something? Is hard labor really the appropriate gift here? He bought me my own paint brush.
Obviously, he's right in his glory.