So here is the one and only decent pic of the kids with Jorge the Jabanero on Father's Day. If you click on the pic, you will see that Zoe is even smiling.
Before that pic, there was this chaotic pic plus 10 more like it:
Among those being the traditional "Take a Hunk Out of Your Dad's Shoulder" Father's Day pic:
Followed by the ever-precious, "The dog just did a stinker" pic:
Not to be overshadowed by the "Why did God make siblings?" shot in which the first-born dodges the long arm of the brother and the ham-face of the sister:
Here are the kids and me (we like to go barefoot and have holes in our jeans for special occasions):
Behold the kebabs at my brother and sister-in-law's house. Oh yeah. She is one of "those" cooks who makes every dish finish cooking at the same time and produces food of more than one color and serves food at appropriate temps all in one meal. (Show-off!) Lunch was delicious. They just returned from cruising Costa Rica & Belize and she prepared some dishes they ate there. But no matter how much they travel, you still can't take the Indiana out of my brother who once told customs officials at the Canadian border that his nationality is "Hoosier."
Jorge and Dad selecting their warm and tasty food:
Here we are sacked out after the meal. That is my Hoosier brother on the stool in front of the fireplace.
Dad reading his card from us:
I am my father's only daughter.
Here we are on the way home where all three kids were at one point texting at the same time, so I said, "Hey. Put all your phones together so I can take a pic," and they said, "No, because you will just say on your blog that even on holidays we don't like you and prefer to text friends instead of talk to you which isn't true."
Look at these kids, who would rather, even on a holiday, text strangers instead of talk to me.
Last shot: The kids bought Jorge a birdfeeder, which he wanted and hung in our tree right away. Score, kids!