My dad is awesome

Currently listening to: Dane Cook - Creep Guy at Work

The other night I was swinging by my dad's house in Clinton after going to the movies to tend to a little situation that I like to refer to as "the laundry". It was probably a little after midnight and I just wanted to start another batch so that when I swung in the next morning it would be done and waiting for me as a clean batch of laundry, as compared to its current state of dirtiness.

So, I'm walking through the kitchen and my dad is asleep in his room:

Dad: (muffled and 1/2 asleep) Tim! Tim?! Is that you?
Tim: Yeah, sorry I woke you. I hope I didn't scare you.
Dad: (Still 1/2 asleep) I'm not afraid of anything.
Tim: (laughing) Yeah, I know. You have half the guns in clinton.
Dad: (still 1/2 asleep) yeah...

30 seconds later, I'm in the kitchen putting a plate of extremely cold once-were-probably-hot hot pockets that I found in the microwave into the fridge. He hears this from his lair and comes out to inspect. Still 1/2 asleep.

Dad: What did you do with the hot pockets?
Tim: I put them in the fridge so they wouldn't go bad.
Dad: (goes into fridge, takes hot pockets out and reheats)
Tim: Why don't you just eat them later. Go to bed, you're still half asleep.
Dad: No, I'll eat them now.
Tim: Why?
Dad: If I don't then I'll be hungry in the morning
Tim: That's what breakfast is for...