We then hopped in the car to go to Montreal to ride the Tour de l'ile (cold, wet, unfinished). My parents took care of the kids while we were gone, which was the best present of all. Thanks folks!
Isaac manages to get a word in with my dad.
They had a great time together once Isaac figured out my father has tons of chest hair to pull...
Followed by even more off-key singing of the Happy Birthday song:
And then the final indignity - a party with our friends at the Casino a week later:
Happy Birthday Husband! Smooch!
1 comment:
Love the last one, bwahahahaha.
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