For the past 11 years, my family has spent Father's Day at Philadelphia Park Race Track. We, eat, drink and gamble (some more than others) and it is always a good time.
This year I was looking forward to bringing Maxfield to the track and teach him about horse racing. He is finally at the age where he can pronounce "trifecta" and could appreciate the finer points of heckling horses.
Since the races happen in the middle of the day and would conflict with Wyatt's nap time, Lauren decided to stay at her parents house with Wyatt.
Judging by the pictures and the fact that I lost 20 bucks, who do you think had a better afternoon?
"Where is our horse Daddy?"
Maxfield watching as our horse loses.
Wyatt raiding Mom Mom's liquor cabinet.