Never has a dish of Frosties tasted so good, as prepared by and served by Isabelle for my Fathers Day breakfast.
You could say that I was bowled over by the joy it brought Iz, who was really proud that she had made me breakfast this morning.
And of course I should be thankful that it wasn’t the jam roll with baked beans that greeted the dad in the Bluebird Kitchen advert.
Isabelle had made me a great card at school which featured a shirt and tie – even getting it right that even when I do manage t tie a tie it is often too short – which when you opened it revealed how much Iz loved me, the lovely touch being that the hands featured inside were paint prints of Iz’s actual hands. Sarah, I might do you a hand print one for your birthday.
I also got a Superdad card that she wrote in with huuuuuuge stonking great kisses and a lovely superhero sign.
She also bought me a couple of items from school on Friday, one a torch was most practical and Iz said that I could use it when I was reading her stories.
The other was a cookie medal for a number one dad.
That didn’t last until Father’s Day though as Iz wanted to eat it after school, still I er enjoyed her enjoyment of it though and at least she let me take a picture and have a little nibble just to get a sense of what it tasted like. By all accounts it was scrummy.
Thanks Iz, I had a lovely day playing you at crazy golf, I lost of course and I can assure you that you’ll grow to appreciate the Caddyshack jokes, I promise. We also had a lovely tapas at home and finally got to read you Room On The Broom before you went to sleep.
The day started with a jolly happy Father’s Day hug and ended with a love you daddy kiss, perfect.
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