Ah, I love my man. Even though he dresses the children for school in turtlenecks on 80 degree days, and puts their barrettes in upside down, at least he's sweet enough to put forth the effort. I remember when my own dad got me ready for school on occasion; peculiarly the hair brush would always be missing, and he'd have to pick his way through my long hair with his comb. Is it these odd memories that make dads so special? Yes, and probably all the treats he gives behind mommy's back.