my dad is a brilliant man.
…i know, i know everyone says that about their dads. dads are great that way!
then i wondered how i could be related to such a smart man–whenever i can barely get past math 101… but that’s neither here nor there, or over there, either.
one day last spring, i started talking with someone at a seminar who turned out to be one of the grad students in my dad’s department. i was so excited, i love meeting his students & hearing what they think, (seeing as how my dad is yet to be posted on ratemyprofessor.com)… which is good.
well anywho, something came up about my dad and when the kid realized i was my dad’s daughter, his eyes lit up…
“HE is your dad!? He is the godfather of radars–even people at the national science foundation know him!!”
i found it hilarious, mostly because i could see that the kid couldn’t believe i was my dad’s daughter… i’m a little more outspoken than my dad, and by that i mean i am obnoxious.
this leads me to tonight–
but the best part was my mom getting home and being so excited that it was fixed… she asked my dad what was wrong and he exclaimed that he did something fancy, with some other fancy piece and yada yada yada.
as soon as he goes upstairs my mom said:
“Oh i’m glad he got it fixed, i didn’t want to tell him that i dropped it earlier..”
i love her. i love him.
i have the best parents.