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My Hero


To the man whose favorite Fathers' Day present is a dogpile on top of him in bed. One that nearly breaks the bed. Because he gets me stamps in my passport, sends me off to a blogging conference and kisses me soundly.

Most important, Because he is Cavity Caper today. He is hauling around Pretty Power Pink being chased by Toothpaste Boy and Rainbow Girl. "Prepare" shouts Rainbow Girl commandingly, "to be Confused!" she is delighted when it works.  Cavity Caper is rendered incapacitated by a fit of giggles.  Later, in a dizzying chase around the table Toothpaste Boy holds up his hand.  Cavity Caper stops and grins.

Toothpaste Boy wipes the air in front of him clean from the stinkyness of Cavity Caper.  Then he casts his spell, "CONFUSED!"

Cavity falls to the floor incapacitated once again.

I love that man.

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Comments

  1. What a sweet tribute:) You are so lucky.

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  2. And man I bet he loves you just as much back!

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  3. Yeah, you scored! But he did too! =D

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  4. Happy Father's Day to one wonderful man! :D You two are quite the pair.

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  5. I love this.
    and as everyone else said I believe we attract what we are.

    You two are a gift to each other.


    Miz.

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  6. Lovely, lovely post!!!

    {{{Hugs}}}

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