Romilly made me a cake. Not just any cake, but a Fathers’ Day Cake. She chose the cake. She chose the icing. She chose the decorations. She helped bake the cake. She helped ice the cake. She single-handedly decorated the cake, taking over an hour to place each and every little jelly bean, mini-marshmallow and mini-m&m.

She also ensured that, along with some “monster hands”, I got plenty of chocolates. I understand that, had she been allowed to, I would have received at least half of the confectionery isle.

I’m a very proud, very lucky, and very sugar-filled father.