An Injustice I Can Live With

Apparently it's Children's Day or something. Here's what my wife made my son for breakfast in celebration of the day. By comparison, here's what my wife made me for Father's Day last year.  A glaring injustice if there ever was one. Oddly enough, it's one I think I can live with. 

Note added: I'm perfectly aware that my wife was not obligated to give me anything on Father's Day as I am not her father; nevertheless, I am the father of her pancake-eating little boy. Consequently, I think that deserves something beyond a mere cup of coffee!