Today, I'm going to let my daughter and son write my post for me. What follows below are letters they wrote to me today in honor of Father's Day. For the record, I do love eating scrambled eggs and hot dogs, and I do not work at McDonald's.
Saint Marty wishes all the fathers out there a happy Father's Day.
From my daughter (11 years old):
My daddy is 36 years old.
His hair is brown and his eyes are brown. My dad likes to wear a beret. He loves to eat eggs and hot dogs. He is smart because he knows how to be nice and care for everyone. My daddy works hard at running and keeping us happy. Daddy always tells me that he loves me, even when he's SUPER mad at me. It makes my daddy happy when he sits down with the family, and he'll read to us. If he could go on a trip, he could go to the tundra lodge with us. I really love it when daddy laughs. If I could give my daddy anything, It would be more love. My favorite thing about daddy is that he is my loving, caring, smart, awesome daddy.
From my son (3 years old) with help from Mommy:
My Daddy is 3 and 4 years old.
His hair is brown and pink and his eyes are blue and purple and red.
He loves to eat strawberries, bananas, and Sissy's ice cream. He is smart because he knows me and the crayons.
My Daddy works hard at McDonald's. (Sissy suggested that answer.)
It makes my daddy happy when he's with Mommy.
If he could go on a trip, he would go to the food store and get me 2 big trucks and a big, HUGE dump truck and I want a big, blue beep-beep.
If I cold give my daddy anything, it would be I don't know--I want to get Daddy a big truck for his birthday.
My favorite thing about my Daddy is I like to poop on him. I like to give him a big, fat kiss.
Confessions of Saint Marty