The Torqueling thinks the food at the school cafeteria is the greatest in the entire world (we’ve raised her to have low standards, I guess), so I don’t get to decorate lunch bags much. I do, however, usually doodle stuff on the little wet-erase monthly calendar on the fridge. Last month the word “May” was made out of flowers and my wife’s birthday, her 43rd, had a big “29!!” on it.
This month there’s not a lot going on. I’m going to a conference next week, so I put “Daddy goes to [del]scool[/del] [del]schol[/del] [del]skool[/del] class”. The day I come back has a party hat, cake, and piñata with candy. On Father’s Day, I drew a bowler hat, mustache, and pipe. And on my birthday, I just put a big, typewriter-style text, “ahem.”