I’m a bad son.

I should say, Happy 88th Birthday Dad!

My sister got him these cute, well, I don’t know how to describe them so here’s the picture:

I got him a caramel shake and two antenna balls from Jack-In-The-Box. See if you can see them on his desk:

Or in front of his desk:

I think that’s a cheesy weenie in his hand. Here’s a picture of him surveying his desk:

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