Father’s Day required beer mugs, and I was more than happy to oblige. How could I not, especially in the previously referenced and adorable ankle-length format?
Of course, by this time of evening, all of my actual children are either asleep or of doing things they don’t need me around for (read: playing Fortnite).
Thankfully, Smoky can’t manage a mouse or a console controller, so he brought me a stuffed friend to play with…that he subsequently attempted to tear apart.
Happy Father’s Day to all those nap-deserving dads out there and the people who kinda like them.
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