I'm sorry Dad, I didn't mean to call you older than dirt. That was not very considerate of me, and I'm ashamed I let my royal countenance slip. It was so totally untrue. You are our knight in shining armor. You tolerated all my drool dripping onto your water bottle, then me shaking it on your steering wheel, my kitty snot clogging up your automatic door opener thingee for the moving green box, my wiping my nose on your pant leg, Kavan crawling onto the floor by the pedals and yaking on your shoes, then cleaning him up in the snow, followed by his projectile yak as he was sitting on Mom's lap, landing on your nice dash board. Only a tolerant, strong Dad could put up with such a trip, and still love us when we got home. I can't wait until you are home with us full time.
Meezer Rule: You need to love your Dad as much as your Mom, and be really nice to both. Yak and snot are a lot to put up with, and you still want your crunchies when you get home.