Write about: the father and the son.
Had a pretty pleasant Father's Day here, capped off with a BBQ at the beach with Kat's family. Max spent quite a bit of time in the water while I was cooking the salmon, but promises of Kat's potato salad and chocolate dessert managed to get him back on dry land eventually.
Plus we somehow got him home before he fell asleep, so no awkward transition from car seat to bed was required.
Back to the garden tomorrow. Can't remember at the moment what I was thinking of working on. Feeling pretty okay about that.
"Hey Dad, I've got a question for you."
"Sure. Fire away."
"I was talking with some of the guys at school during lunch today."
"Okay... that always leads to something interesting."
"I know, right? So a couple guys were going on about church stuff and I ended up feeling a little confused."
"Church stuff, huh? All right, not my area of expertise, but I'll do what I can to help you out."
"Cool. So, like, you're the father, right?"
"And I'm the son."
"Well... then who is our holy ghost?"
"Our... um, we don't have one of those."
"What about Auntie Bernice? She passed away last year, right?"
"Son, if Aunt Bernice is still hanging around... she would not be a holy ghost."