I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to have two children that have inherited a specific trait from their father; namely a twisted sense of humour. For Father's Day, I received the usual happy Father's Day kudos from the kids, but I also received a touching email from my son. In the email, Jason stated that now that I am a Grandfather, it may be time to look after my heath a bit better. I guess that he must be concerned that I must be getting on in years. He assumed that the first obvious thing to go, besides washboard abs, would be my eyesight. So, he took it upon himself to send me the following eye test:
It is OKAY to ground a 24 year old, is it not? Mimi, do you have any dungeon cells for lease? I may need them.