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.