She got her looks from her father. He's a plastic surgeon.
~ Groucho Marx
June is the month when we celebrate our fathers. When I was little, my father liked to barbecue on the front lawn. I was carefully watching him, safely away from the heat, when the smoke started drifting towards me. I complained about it and my father said "The smoke always goes to the prettiest one of all." I will always cherish that moment.