Happy Birthday, Dado!
In honor of my dad's birthday, I'm going to share 3 stories...
Happy Birthday to the 'port. The guy who will even reluctantly wore a temp tatt at Charlie's 2nd birthday.
Why do I say 'port? This is how the story goes. Before I arrived on earth Dad & Mom were going out to celebrate their anniversary and they were all dressed up to go out. Mom got a new exercise band thing (I don't know, it had springs or something) and wanted Dad to try it out. Jeff wanted Dad to use it. So he said: Come on, Dad, be a 'port. Dad was wearing his dress shoes, but he's not one to say no to his kids (don't get me wrong, we didn't get away with stuff and he told us no, but not concerning easy things like playing with an exercise band or spending some time with us). So he sets up the band under his dress shoe, pulls up, the band slips from under his shoe and he gets a very bloody nose.
Boom. The phrase continues to be infamous in our family. After it happened, the story spread throughout the family and now when someone doesn't want to do something, usually one of my aunts will say, "Come on, be a 'port."
Happy birthday to the newspaper reader. My dad still has 2 papers delivered to the house: The St. Louis Post Dispatch & Ste. Genevieve Herald.
(one of Dad's papers was on the counter at their house)
Me: Charlie, that's a newspaper. You probably don't see many of those.
Dad: It's something ooooooooooooold people have.
I love watching Dad light up around Charlie. I imagine it's the way he was with us growing up too.
Happy birthday to the wise guy.
Karen accidentally backed into something while she was test driving a car with the fancy camera on the dashboard and she said, "I used the camera and didn't see anything."
Karen: I think it's a sign I shouldn't get it.
Dad: I think it's a sign you should look over your shoulder and not depend on the camera.
Happy birthday to my first choice as a trivia partner, baseball game viewer, and all around swell guy.