Today is Dad’s birthday. Growing up, whenever I asked Dad how old he was, his answer was always the same. “I’m a hundred years old,” he would say. I grew up thinking my Dad was a century old, telling the kids at school he was a century old, and in general, believing he was a century old. To this day, while he doesn’t look to be 100 years old, who am I to argue with my “old” man.

So, Dad, here’s to a very happy 100th Birthday! I hope that Mom can fit all those candles on the cake for you!