I savor Father’s Day. I admit to appreciating the attention, the clear authority over how my day will be spent. More so than any other day I am allowed to rule.
…Was what I was thinking when I went to sleep last night. However, my son
had other ideas at six am. To him I am only a semi-authority figure. As he would say “You’re not the leader of me!”
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