
Another model in our midst...and I don't mean the one with pigtails.
Just a little spot for us to brag shamelessly about each other
My Dad is surely number one,
For he is really full of fun.
He's always bursting with lots of action,
And sledding with him gives satisfaction.
When my dad is serving treats,
The servings he gives can't be beat.
He says, "There's always room for more!"
While dishing serving number four.
One bad thing about my dad,
is that when I have been real bad,
he lifts his hand into the air
And brings it down on my you-know-where.
And even though I don't agree,
I know he's doing it for me.
When I'm riding in the back of the truck,
Mom hides her eyes, thinking we'll be struck.
But Dad says, "I won't go so fast.
Come on, kids, this'll be a blast!"
When Dad says the prayer, he's so sincere,
I can always feel the Spirit near.
Of all the fathers there could be,
Heavenly Father saved the best for me.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.



Too bad we went on Kiddie-Central-Crazy-Day...who wants to wait in a 30-minute line for face painting? The answer is Sage. She was overruled 6:1.
Not pictured: the ice cream that was consumed after our day at the MOA. Thanks, Mom.

We're glad you're back, Kim. Now about that babysitting you said you had been missing...