Every day is Tatay's day

With our grandchild Kai. Tatay is how everybody in our household calls him. If they could speak human language, our two dogs would call him that, too. He is our bank and banker, teacher, gardener, cleaner, librarian, curator of objets d'art, occasional cook, marketing and grocery man, dishwasher, dog walker, disc jockey, crying post, steady rock, etc. No wonder he can get irascible sometimes when books are not in their proper spot on the shelf or when our beds are still unmade when the sun is already high. On Sundays, he is our champorado guy, mixing the tablea chocolate with malagkit until the dish reaches the proper consistency. Then he follows this up by frying dilis or tuyo. He calls us down for breakfast. I am joyful and grateful to have a husband and father like Rolly Fernandez in our home. Happy Tatay's Day from your girls Babeth, Kimi, Ida and Kai