It’s “Dad’s Weekend,” with Kristine spending a well-deserved two days away from Fry Lodge with her friends. Henry, Ruby and I fell asleep watching movies last night. I woke up this morning with popcorn stuck to my cheek and the kids sleeping horizontally, pushing me to the edge of the bed. They keep reminding me that the only rule on Dad’s weekend is that there are no rules. With that in mind, we headed to Central Park for some soccer, followed by ice cream bars. Ruby later told me they were the bars that mom doesn’t let them have. It’s Dad’s Weekend.