Happy Father's Day!

I don't remember my real father. He's somewhere in Georgia living the good life with his people. Today, I spent some time with my person father — Mr. Food Boy. 

He cringes when Mom slips and calls him Dad. I think he thinks that's uncool. After all, that's how the name Mr. Food Boy was born. He denied that Mauly called him Dad. Instead, she affectionately calls him Mr. Food Boy (because he provides the food). 

The title stuck. Mr. Food Boy says Mom is like a steel trap. She doesn't forget anything like this funny name. 

While Mauly and I tend to favor our original people — she has Mr. Food Boy and I have Mom — we do our best to blend our family. If Mom is away, Mr. Food Boy kindly allows me to snuggle with him on the couch. If Mr. Food Boy is at work, Mauly will sit with Mom on the couch. 

We're a blended family. Mom takes care of Mauly just like she does me. Mr. Food Boy does the same. 

I love Mr. Food Boy on Father's Day and every day.