All Alex wanted for Father's Day was to eat dinner at James Coney Island and not work. He got one of those. Well he got some new socks too. I dressed Zach like his dad (why I get such a kick out of doing this I don't know. I doubt I would dress a girl like me) and off we went. Zach, having recently decided that 18 months is the perfect age to be a total toot started the trip off nonplussed and stayed that way through most of the dinner. Luckily we had Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Dave to swap off since I was still limping around in my post-surgery boot.
Alex, being the most glass-is-always-half-full person I know was still thrilled with the day.