Jr and I took the CFO to the airport this morning; she’ll be gone until Tuesday. Pray for us. Or at least for me; the boy will be fine.
On the way home we stopped for breakfast; below is a picture of the Jr VP looking a little crazy as he finishes off an egg mcmuffin. He doesn’t get fast food too often so I think he liked his special Saturday treat. Note the shirt: he begged me this morning to be allowed to wear it, since it is gameday and all. You will not be surprised to learn that he didn’t have to beg too much. Looking good, Stinkboy! Feeling good, Daddy!
After our foray into fast food for brunch, the lad decided we should make something special tonight for dinner. Here he is browsing through a few magazines looking for ideas. I just hope he doesn’t ask for something that goes with favre beans and a nice chianti. It sounds silly, but I’ve worried about such things in the past. . .
