Excellent...

Excellent...  Explaining how the world worked was not one of my dad's major skills :)  Sometimes he would explain it well (and correctly), sometimes he would get it wrong (occasionally spectacularly so), and often he'd make up a hilarious “explanation” that even as kids we knew wasn't right. 

For instance, when I asked him once why clouds were different shades of white or gray, he told me that it depended on what kind of birds were pooping on the cloud.  Pristine clouds were pure white, he said.  The really nasty gray clouds were the victims of mass Canadian geese poop attacks.  I was probably 7 or 8 at the time, and even then I wasn't buying it.  But we got a good laugh from it.