A dad you can rely on

I've been in a foul mood all day (but one of my lunch partners said I hid it well).
So I called up dad.
"Hey, hold on a sec, I have to lie down in bed - and I'm not quite used to having missing parts."
First sister and I passed an email back and forth last night on how strong and funny dad is.
There's no pretense. He is what he is. And he's wickedly funny.
"I've been doing my exercises all day, the ones I was doing before, but now I do stump raises."
I bit.
"Stump raises?"
"Yeah, they're like leg raises, only I do them with my stump."
"I've been walking today, too."
My turn to volley.
"Walk - or hop?"
"Well, I call it walking, but some probably would say it's more like hopping."
I told him that my bestest girlfriend was supposed to come visit.
"You think I should put on a pair of pants?"
"I think you need to do what you feel is right for you."
He howled.
"I put on some pants, then. Don't want to give anybody a big shock."
He's doing so well, the doctors said he could have been released on Thursday. He's going to stay in the hospital until Monday.
"The prosthesis guy is coming in tomorrow," he said. "Explain to me all the special features that come with picking out a new leg."
"Well, pick out a good one."
"Oh, you bet. I'll give you a call when I know just what those new features are."
My day got a lot better.
How could it not?