who's your daddy

so i woke up earlier than quinn this morning hoping to surprise him with his favorite breakfast of stuffed blueberry french toast. i have never made it before and have only had it a couple of times. don't ask me why, but for some reason i woke up thinking that it was stuffed waffles instead of french toast. ok, so it has been a long time since i've had it. anyways, i made a HUGE batch of waffle batter, got out the blueberries and cream cheese, ready to get it all going. i knew quinn would be getting up soon so i took jayden in our bedroom and sang a beautiful rendition of "happy father's day to you". he followed me in the kitchen and asked what the batter was for. then it hit me....i'm a retard! quinn didn't want to waste the batter so he said we should have waffles for breakfast this morning and then save the filling for breakfast tomorrow. uh, that didn't work as well as planned. i got so distracted with quinn opening his presents that i burnt the waffles. "ughhhh" i grunted really loud, and then looked over to see jayden flexing his muscles and gritting his teeth. when we were teaching him to flex his muscles we would always grit our teeth and grunt, so now every time i am frustrated and grunt like marge simpson, i always find him showing off his guns. there was a little more batter so i just decided that i wasn't going to eat and quinn could have what's left....until i burnt that batch as well. i promise i am a fairly good cook, but i was just incredibly distracted this morning and could not do anything right, apparently. i was so frustrated that tears started to stream from my eyes. quinn gave me the biggest hug, laughed, and said that i look cute when i cry. "i wanted french toast anyways", he said. not only do i have a hero for a husband, that catches bad men who are trying to steal from us, but he loves it when i cry for something as little as burnt waffles. happy father's day babe!