Happy Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to the best dad ever!
Here are a few David-isms to celebrate my favorite man.

Someone told me that David's sense of humor is an acquired taste. Maybe like when he tells the missionaries that their arms are skinnier than his daughters'.

When we went out to eat sushi on Friday, he offered Iris the "green ice cream" that was on the tray next to the pickled ginger. She didn't have an acquired a taste for the wasabi nor his sense of humor. She cried and he felt bad.

A few days ago, as Claire was preparing for her play, she said, "Dad said that he was going to throw flowers at me very time I said a line and throw rotten tomatoes if I don't do them well."
Elijah: "Was he serious?"
Claire: "You never know with Dad."

David went to see Elijah in his wrestling tournament on the last day of wrestling camp. Then they went out after for the classic gas station junk food stop. Then this morning, at my great uncle's funeral, Elijah came up to me sweaty and excited and said, "Mom, I just put someone in a Full Nelson (I had to google that move). Inappropriate was the first thing that came to my mind, but I'm sure David would have appreciated it.

In his testimony a few weeks ago, David talked about a night at home with just Sybil. They ate chocolate milk and twizzlers for dinner and then all she wanted to do was snuggle with him on the couch.
He loved it.