All work and no play…

makes for a very dull Father’s Day.

Sarge had weekend duty on Saturday and Sunday. Which meant that he had to work on his Father’s day.

For my boy though, this was the greatest weekend of his life. You see, it was his best friend’s birthday on Friday.

On the actual birthday, the moms took these two to the mall to the LEGO store and then let them do the jumpy-thing.

Afterwards, we went back to his friend’s house, had both families together for a lovely dinner, and then celebrated with a little cake wearing.

Oh, and some cake eating too.

The fun continued on Saturday when his friend had his party with fellow soon-t0-be first graders and a huge water slide.

And, yes, that skinny little thing is my boy airborne on the slide.

As I always say, he’s just a hospital visit waiting to happen.

After more cake-wearing during the party, my boy then spent the night with his friend after the party. Then, these two played all day today at his friend’s house with all of his friend’s brand-new LEGO SETS.

All of this means that Sarge has not even seen his son at all today. On Father’s Day.

Because Sarge had to work.

And because his son was so selfless in helping out a friend in need.

I actually feel really bad for my poor husband.

I know, I know. It’s a miracle that I am not complaining about his schedule as well as showing the beleaguered man some sympathy.

Don’t worry though. It won’t last. As soon as he walks in the door in a few minutes and starts to peel off his polyester uniform and bullet proof vest, all kind thoughts will evaporate.

Unlike the sweat that collects in the above mentioned uniform and vest caused our 99 degree heat wave.