Fathers Day

My kids have an incredible dad.  A dad who wakes up at 5 in the morning so he can come home early to hang out with them, who will wrestle with them for hours, who makes the outdoors magical, who will read and make up stories, a dad who not only loves them with everything he has, he really really likes them.

So we went out last Thursday and bought him a grill for fathers day.  We wrapped it up (doesn't it look so pretty) and then the kids started adding all homemade presents to the top of the box.  When Michael came home there was pictures, a sword, another small box, and two bags of mixed nuts in zip lock bags all for him.

            we ran out of paper, but lets just focus on the picture above

 as soon as Michael came in Cohen ran up and screamed "happy fathers day, come look at your present"  by this time he has stopped yelling but is talking really fast and very excited.  Cohen gave him all of the pictures, the box, then handed him one zip lock bag of mixed nuts at a time and explained "this is my nut bag, and this is Savannah's nut bag and over here is your grill"  I think I would have been disappointed at Cohen for telling what the present was, but I was far from upset after seeing him give Michael the nut bags.