It's good to be a dad.

Michael (4) and Andrew (7) had prepared nice gifts in class. Michael gave me a clay duck he made in class; the beak had fallen off, but I think it's lovely (it's kind of tough looking now, like Michael.) Perhaps cooler was the card he wrote; his writing has improved dramatically and has progressed beyond his name. The Star Wars lightsaber scene he drew was a nice, traditional touch.

Andrew made me a notepad in class; the title was "Obi-Dad", which I love, even though Obi-Wan was really a bit of a screw-up.

A nice round of golf at Newcastle (on a stunning day), a lovely brunch, and an afternoon nap pretty much topped off a great Fathers' Day.