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Today is really Father’s Day. Like everybody, the idea I had of Father’s Day was a sexy mama wakes you up in the morning and invites you to a French café for a duck sandwich and a flute of champagne. Everybody dreams about it but I haven’t met anybody who got it all yet.
Well, guess what? I could not believe it but on my first Father’s Day, it’s exactly what happened to me. Lucky me!

The luck of a duck
The luck of a duck
The princess and her pea soup
The princess and her pea soup

 

Who’s Who
Who’s Who

Then we went to check if the kids were still there for real. No problem. We were greeted by the nurses who had hung a beautiful handmade sign above their crib. They just got the names wrong; they wrote “Max” on Manu’s picture and “Emmanuelle” on Max’s picture. I don’t know how they got it wrong, I mean, they’re nurses! Just look inside the diapers and you can tell who’s who right away. They really made us laugh.

 
 
We were all in the mood to celebrate.
We shook hands and pulled out the bottles.

Hand in hand
Hand in hand

 

99 bottles of milk on the wall
99 bottles of milk on the wall

 

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One Response to “(The real) Father’s Day”

  1. GERALD RICHAU on May 12th, 2011 10:49 pm

    Hi my family member! I wish to say that this article is awesome, nice written and include almost all vital infos. I’d like to see extra posts like this .

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