I called my dad this morning on the way to school. He had just gotten to work. We talked about whatnot, and suddenly he exclaims, “Jesus!” “What?!” I exclaim back, thinking something horrible happened, or there’s something gross in his office or something… and he says, “My socks don’t match.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll have to be aware of that all day,” he added.

My dad’s great.