Praise for the P. Dad!

A Happy B-to-the-irthday to my fabulous father, P. Daddy!

This is where I could wax eloquent about all the wonderful things that my father has done and why he could beat up your dad in a street fight, but, well, you all know P. Daddy pretty well since he's a frequent commentor. (And a memorable one at that!)

I don't have to argue why he is so hip, cool and witty. I mean, he said "dude" in a recent comment and said he'd "pay to watch Sandra Bullock chew gum" in another. And I don't have to argue how he is a genius with an insane ability to remember even the most trivial of information he once read in a newspaper 20 years ago, because I know ch'alls have gone to the dictionary on occasion after reading his comments.

But what you might not know is that he is one of the nicest people on this planet. That he is a very sympathetic father who didn't rule with an iron fist but iron reason. That he is not only hip and funny, but humble and spiritual. That he led by example, not by intimidation.

He is the kind of dad who is just as much a friend as a father. He is the kind of dad who watches the same shows and listens to the same music, often because he just wants to know what you're talking about.

And he is the kind of grandpa who goes to great lengths to see his two adorable grand-chittlins and slather them with attention.

But he really could beat up your dad in a street fight. Seriously, he's got some mad skillz.