
There was this one time when Kim said "OK. It's your birthday. Pick where you want to go out to eat."
Much to her chagrin, I picked Denny's.
Now in my defense, I did pick the best Denny's in the whole wide world. Which one you ask?

The one across the street from (and with a fantastic view of) Wakiki Beach. Sadly, it's no longer a Denny's and the Grand Slam Breakfasts anytime 24/7 are a long forgotten greasy dream/
This Father's Day Kim showed that she'd been paying attention for the last 19.5 years (yes, you read that right). Instead of asking "Where do you want to go?" she had her own suggestion ready to go when everybody was up and about last Sunday Morning.

She suggested a place that had special significance for me, one that made me wax nostalgic for the days when I was the kid and
my dad would get up early to make sure that I had a special Sunday breakfast waiting for me when I woke up.
"How about Jack In The Box?"
Ahhhh. Croissant supreme combo meal. What a treat.
Yes. A Jack In The Box croissant was my Proustian madeleine, transporting me back to Tucson Arizona in the 1980's. Perhaps not as interesting a voyage as fin de siecle Paris but it's all I got, so deal.
Of course the kids had no idea (until I told them) that this was such a treat for me. Jack in the box. Where I drank my first cup of coffee as a 14 year old (or so). Gene and I got up early one weekend morning, drove across town and before getting started on a solar water heater kit for the house that we would build at a local school cafeteria under the supervision of somebody who (unlike us) knew his hammers from his screwdrivers. Before this we stopped off for a breakfast at JITB.
I'm sure it was loaded with so much sugar and half & half/non-dairy creamer, I would gag on if I were to drink it today, but damned if I can't picture that JITB on the corner of Campbell and Broadway (OK a block or two east of Campbell, but you know the one).
Figuring that the kids would like something more, well, kid-like, I got them the French Toast sticks which came with syrup and a dusting of powdered sugar.
Jake was happily chomping away when he took a look over at my Supreme Croissant.
"I want some!"
I rip off a chuck...hand it to him.
"More than that!....Let's switch...You can have mine"
I shudder to admit it, but I honestly got a little choked up....

The rest of the day was as mellow and relaxed as you could imagine. Watched the kids jump about at gymnastics.
Went home and played some Waterworks. Watched the swordfight from Princess Bride to give us ideas on choreography.
NOTE: Now when swordfighting Jake will throw his green foam weapon up, conspicuously switch hands and exclaim "I am not lefthanded!"

Went to Chuck E. Cheese/the ceramics store to 1. Play the Star Wars video game and 2. pick up Lily's handpainted ceramic dog bowl for S. Sparkle.

Then off to the beach to play in the sand and watch the full on summer swell until the sun went down.
Day well spent.