<-- Here is a picture of him, in all of his kingly splendor.
Jack is six years old today!
I know what you are wondering…. what did I get him for his birthday.
It was sort of a last-minute thing.
On the drive home from my time at Starbucks, I thought…. “Hmm, what should I get Jack for his sixth?”
[My stomach growled about then]. I dialed Lorenzo’s. Got a Chef’s Special.
So I’ve been putting slab after slab of pizza right under his nose, and he just keeps giving me this look… yeah, just like the one here in the picture.
The epitome of disdain!
It’s like, “C’mon Dad! Are you SERIOUS? No cat nip? No toys? What do you think I am? A dog? Sheesh!”
It’s that last “sheesh” that hurts!
But I guess he is right. I’m not a very good dad tonight.
So….. I guess I am going to have to eat this pizza myself.
[He’s really got a mean look. He really does….. and he's glot claws! I’ll be sleeping face down tonight!]