Last night, after picking up my 14 year old from baseball practice, this actually happened. No, I don’t know where my kids get their sick sense of humor. After all, I’m a straight-laced, no-nonsense guy.
Jacob: I’m starving.
Me: Me too.
Jacob: Any idea what we’re having for dinner?
Me: Not a clue.
Jacob: You should know these things. This is the sort of stuff a father should pass along to his son. You’ll regret this when you’re on your deathbed.