For a split-second she actually grimaced at the camera, in an attempt to “smile” for it. Don’t know where she learned that craziness; certainly not from me. So instead I said, “How ’bout just look serious at it.” Which she effortlessly obliged.
Best wishes this weekend to those of you celebrating Father’s Day this Sunday — or Baba’s Day, as we do in our household. I got an iron griddle and a spatula and a pancake mixing bowl last year, pretty much the best possible Baba’s Day gift I could imagine. This year, I can imagine something even more luxurious, more blessed: another morning’s opportunity to use them on these people, after waking up to them and my beloved.
That, right there, is the moon and back.
Lesbian Dad is written by a parent who answers to the name "Baba" and works toward a world in which amor does indeed vincit omnia. 
Love this. Happy Baba’s Day to you!
Happy Baba’s Day Polly!