Things I Like About My Dad:
Whenever we're walking somewhere, he'll gently place his hand on my shoulder and lead me to the inside of the sidewalk, so that he's blocking me from the street. He does this without a word, and right in the middle of our conversation, like it's totally natural. I always wait for him to do it, and he does it every time. It's almost like a little dance we perform.
A few years ago, out of no where, he started saying "ciao" instead of "goodbye" when we'd talk on the phone. I have no idea how it started, but he still does it to this day.
He would take us kids camping every summer and in every city that we'd go to, no matter how remote or far away, he'd know "a good little place for dinner". This was way before Yelp and the Internetz, so I have no idea how he knew all these places.
He loves pizza, but he scrapes off all the cheese and sauce and only eats that. He doesn't touch the bread.
He wears sandals with socks, and a fanny pack...and it looks totally natural and normal on him.
If he could, his home would be an RV and he'd travel the country in it.
Until I got too heavy, he used to have my walk on his back when it was hurting. It was so much fun.
He's called someone whom I was having trouble with (I can't remember who...a landlord?) and pretended to be my lawyer. He was good at it, too.
He's always, without fail, early wherever he goes. He's happy to sit in his car and take a nap or read a book while he waits. I got that from him.
When we were little, he made up stories about a giant eyeball.
He'd come to visit me about every six weeks when I was living in San Francisco. I'd ask him what he wanted to do, and he'd tell me that we could do whatever I wanted...he was just there to spend time with me. It was true, I could take him to any crappy watering hole or questionable restaurant that I wanted to try, and he'd be into it.
He's going to kill me for writing this, but when he was a lot younger, he and his friends dressed up like the Pointer Sisters and did a lip sync.
We'll be out somewhere eating dinner and he'll hold up his tie to me and say "Georgia, what color is this???". He's totally color blind.
He always answers my phone call. Always.
After we go out to dinner, he'll insist on walking me into my house "Just to make sure everything is okay".
I'm totally stealing this from Nothing But Bonfires, but what's your favorite thing about your father?