It didn't feel much like summertime, but that didn't stop us from having a fire and roasting marshmallows. S'mores scream summertime. Mitch was out of town for Father's Day weekend. We missed him and it didn't seem quite right without him. We did get to celebrate with my dad (and mom), Noah and Anya and crew, they came for dinner. Sam wants to know why it's called Father's Day. He says that's just too formal. It should be "Daddy's Day".
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