Happy Father's Day!

My one year anniversary as a blogger came and passed, and I hadn't even realized it (darn...it might have warded off Mike from picking on me for 48 more hours, for lack of posting). It was June 9th, where I made my first post.

One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children
what their fathers did for a living.
All the typical answers came up - fireman, mechanic,
businessman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.
However, little Justin was being uncharacteristically quiet.
When the teacher prodded him about his father, he
replied, "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret
and takes off all his clothes in front of other men,
and they give him money. Sometimes, if the offer is
really good, he will go home with some guy and make
good money.
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement,
hurriedly set the other children to work on some
exercises and then took little Justin aside. She
asked him, "Is that really true about your father?"
"No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic
National Committee and is helping to secure the
nomination of Hillary Clinton for President, but I
was too embarrassed to say that in front of the
other kids."

Happy Father's Day, Dad! You will always be my personal hero.