He's the coolest.
He's building a Surly Big Dummy named The Tank. He hounded me to start cycling again and to start bike commuting. He's a punk dork hippie. He is one of the mellowest, kindest, most patient human beings on the face of the earth.
And when our 12-month-old daughter is driving me crazy to the point where I'm calling the mental hospital to make reservations, he takes her off my hands, gives her a bath, and puts her to bed.