Father’s Day was Sunday and my Daddy and I wore matching shirts. His said “Big Guy” and mine said “Little Guy.” We had Nana and Poppa, Uncle Mike and my cousins — Zack, Brandon, Noah and Halley — over for breakfast. It was nice having all those fathers there. My Poppa, My Daddy and My Uncle Mike.
After breakfast and my nap, Daddy and I went to the park. We were walking by a creek and I noticed an empty bottle floating in the water. That is litter so I told Daddy he should get down there and pick it up. He did, but slipped and his foot went into the mud and water. It was funny, but we cleaned up the litter.
Daddy put up the pictures from our breakfast for everyone to see. I love my Daddy.