My boys were at their grandmom and granddad’s for Father’s Day. When they returned home today, they gave me a couple of hand drawn cards and a big bag of cookies with a note that said Happy Father’s Day! I waited until after lunch to sample the cookies. In the mid-afternoon, I had to head out on some errands and I went back to the cookie bag to grab one for the road (my third).

Alex was sitting at the kitchen table working on something undoubtedly important. His back was to me. Without lifting his head, he said “Boy, you really do like those cookies.”

“Thanks”, I said wryly.

Pause.

“You’re Welcome”.