Thursday, January 31, 2013

A thought...

Growing up, my father insisted that I call him sir. That's just the way some households are run, other fathers want their kids to call them dad or daddy. When I have a child I’m going to insist that it (the child will have no gender) calls me Marty. That way, when they become teenagers they’ll run and slam their doors behind them and say:

“I hate you Marty!” 

It seems a lot less painful than “I hate you dad.”

This is exactly what a child of mine would look like.

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