She knew it sounded a bit odd, to plan an occasion so far in advance, but naturally there was a reason for it. She could see the curious look on her husband's face and could not help but form an impish grin on her own.
Lightly, she traced her fingers along the edge of his desk. "I needed to be certain you would be free," she said. "It will be your turn to be the guest of honor. I will need a list of what you wish to dine on for each course. You only have your first Father's Day celebration once, after all."