Scott: Happy late Father's Day, from one sleepy dad to another.
Scott: Ignom right back at you! (Is that some secret dad language?
I wonder if he has the same problem I do where I have to change the texting form before it allows me to write anything that makes sense!
Ignom! Ignom ignom ignom. Ignom ignom, ignom ignom ignom!
Scott's recipe for an awesome Saturday afternoon.