It was Fathers Day yesterday and Ben did his best to make sure that his Dad had a good day. He'd been planning things for a while and had gone to some effort. Firstly he got Mummy to carry him into Daddy's bedroom, where he was unwrapped and gave Dad a big smile and a stretch. After gooing and gaaing a bit (saving his vocalisation of the word 'Dad' for next year'), he let Daddy give him a bottle. Then he very obligingly went back to his bed, at which point Mummy and Daddy were able to have a nice sleep in.
After the sleep in, Ben gave Dad his presents. Ben had instructed Mummy to purchase matching shorts for him and Dad. He'd also asked her to get a couple of white T-shirts so that he could iron on some transfers, which said "a Buckett..." "....and spade". It's becoming clear that Ben has quite a way with words. He's obviously inherited his father's love of literature as he also gave his Dad a few books. We suspect that a couple of these are actually designed to encourage Dad to read to Ben so may not have been purchased in complete lack of self interest. All this considered, his Dad loved them anyway. Daddy was also rapt with his Bunnings gift vouchers (which had actually been floating around in Mummy's wallet for about 6 months - but then Daddy was even more pleased to hear that Mummy hadn't spent more than the monthly present budget allows).
Next on the itinerary was a quick bite to eat. Ben let Daddy feed him some farex (first time Ben had let Dad do this).
Then it was off to the beach for the highlight of the day's adventures. The weather was sensational. The boys took a moment to enjoy each others company while taking in the scenery, then Ben got his toes in the water.
Daddy got his whole body in the water.
And they finished up pretending to be a couple of turtles flippering up the beach.
We left our Team aBeckett foot prints on the sand and went home.
It was all very tiring for Daddy and he needed an afternoon nap.
Not surprisingly, so did Ben. Obviously this apple didn't fall far from the tree.
