We asked Russ exactly what he wanted for Father's Day.
"Time with my family."
Nope. I mean, yep, but wrong answer.
"Anything is fine."
Nope.
"A grill."
Nope, but closer.
"This grill."
Better.
"This grill that I just now sent a picture of to Abby and also a picture of the model number. Also it is at Menard's."
Perfect!
Abby and I drove Park (pre-smashed days) to Menard's and loaded the grill onto the cart (with help), bought it and ran it to the car. We tried for a long time, but apparently, as awesome as Park the Car is, he cannot be used to bring something home that is bigger than his available space.
We wheeled the grill back in and asked if we could leave it inside while we got the truck. I figured people must do that all time, but the nice woman who helped us was stumped for a bit.
"Yes, of course," she finally said.
So we drove Park home and got Little Red (Russ wouldn't name him! So his name is Little Red.) and brought the grill home.
It was too big to wrap, and we weren't quite sure how to put it together, so on Father's Day, Russ looked under the table and was (acted) surprised.
Then he put it together and made us steaks and potatoes.
We are so good at giving gifts!
Russ, Amanda and Abby at the 21 Pilots concert in Lincoln last summer
Finch, you are an awesome Dad, and we love you so much.
Russ and Amanda and Abby at a Banfield conference in Portland in 2009
Russ and Abby and Amanda and Ebony at ConAgra Park in 2009