On Thomas's last day of school before we left Rob wasn't working and so he went to pick him up. I tried to talk him out of it because I knew Thomas would be coming home with some top quality hand crafted card or gift and I had wanted to keep it as a surprise for the big day itself.
But Rob went nonetheless and really I should have just been grateful that someone else was doing the pick up for a change. Because really after the 212th pick up of the academic year the monotony really started to kick in.
Thomas came home with this card.
I knew right away what the drawing was. It couldn't have been more obvious.
It's Rob playing his Xbox. Priceless.
So I looked inside and there recorded by his teacher is what in the eyes of Thomas his dad liked doing the most in all the world.
Behind a chuckle I tried to comfort him by suggesting that it could have been far, far worse.
After all It could have said my dad likes to play Grand Theft Auto or some Zombie killing game.
So should Thomas's teachers ever fill their spare hours randomly googling parents of their pupils for the record I'd just like to say what a fab dad Rob truly is (and that his Xbox generally only enjoys the wonder of electrical power when they kids are fast asleep in bed).
I don't give him nearly enough vocal credit (or probably non vocal credit either) and I don't devote nearly enough blog posts to him (really I should cos the guy has hilariously killer OCD and what's not entertaining about that?).
On Father's Day when he was well within his rights to demand a nap and maybe even breakfast in bed (which I'm pretty sure were my Mother's day demands) he was instead doing this with his two biggest fans.