He's never happy with any photo taken of him.
I rarely get a word in edgewise, and when I do, he's listening to the voices in his head so I don't know why I bother saying anything.
He doesn't cook anything.
He has no patience.
On any given night, he will tell the same story thirty times until he's got it perfectly tuned.
All the same, we love him lots.
Head over there and wish him a happy birthday.