Friendly

My father had a tendancy to speak to strangers as if he had known them all his life, and that they were interested in his children's accomplishments. Once, while we were discussing just this attribute, he began defending himself and after some wells, and you sees he said he was simply... friendly! From that moment on, we called him Friendly, especially when recalling an instance when he had actually mentioned to someone in a hotel lobby that his daughter, in high school, had recently won five state championships. He loved his children, all six of us, and believed everyone else should too.