My third year of being a father -- can you stand a Dad post? This morning, we had a picnic in bed. My daughter fed her stuffed animals with necklaces of plastic beads. We dropped toast crumbs on the covers. My wife sponged tea from the comforter.

I walked to buy a paper. Alone. Took the long way past the park. Wore my Tevas.

We rode bikes to the Y, daughter in tow. Swam in kid pool. Ate tacos after -- then bright green and blue ice cream from Baskin-Robbins. (Turns crap fluorescent green. Don't be shocked.)

I try to avoid journaling here. Father's Day is a current event.

Thank you for reading.