This past weekend, my sisters were hosting a dozen girls from around the country as part of a Senior conference of Yavne (Jewish high school) girls; this year it was Cleveland's turn to host the more than 200 delegates from around the country.
So, he was half-commenting/half-gripping about the fact that a few of the girls staying at our house said that he was, quote, "Cool."
This makes at least the third time this year that a teenaged girl has called my dad "Cool." I find it tremendously amusing, but the part that really has me laughing is that he complained, "Why couldn't I have been cool thirty-five years ago!?"
My amusement knows only minor bounds at the moment.