On this lazy of Saturdays, let us relax before my first Father’s Day. Let us pause to reflect before a day that I will finally pay more attention to me and less on what to get my own unshoppable father. Now I am the unstoppable unshoppable one. I hope our daughter is just lying there like a lummox because she already has a gift picked out. Although, what better gift than the gift of being startled on this holiest of holiday’s eve? Look at our baby’s leg. One loud yelp and she’ll send the cat flying across the room. Then it’s a Happy Father’s Day indeed.