Some of my very first memories are of my dad reading the Sunday comics to me. I was too young to get most of the jokes, so he always let me know when it was time to laugh when I heard him make a “Ssss, ssss, ssss” sound after reading each strip (that’s my dad’s quiet laugh).

This week’s comic may only be funny to me, but this is just one of the many quirks that makes me love my dad. He’s an amazing example to me, and I’m proud to share any attribute that he’s passed along to me.

Love you, Dad!