Every year Matt's wish for father's day is that we don't host father's day. His other request is blueberry muffins for breakfast. Done and done!
For lunch we went to my parents' house, where Karl got to run around like a wild man with his cousins. I tried taking pictures, but for some reason the six boys did not want to stand still. I did get a good shot of Dad doing the grilling, though.
Later we went to Pam and Fred's. The four Minnesota cousins put on a splendid recital, and afterwards served a splendid dinner to their parents (what made it so splendid was that we didn't have to be in the kitchen supervising the prep work; these cousins can be wild too!). Unfortunately Emily didn't get the word that this was a barefoot occasion.
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