My oh my do I love my son. He consistently makes me smile and laugh, with the intermittent bouts of screaming. He is a miniature version of myself, smaller. smarter and with more energy. The Pentium to my 386. Today he had me close to doubled over with laughter on a couple of occasions. He called me into his room because he was very excited about something. I moseyed on in and he said to me: "Abba, my penis died." "Oh, I see. How did it die," I asked. "First it was really big and it was standing up. And then it became soft and fell down," He replied. "So let me ask you a question. Were you touching it before it got really small." "Yes, first I did a thing to it like this and then after a while it died." "Ok, I see. Let me tell you a few things about how your penis works and let's see if that works for you." "Ok abba." A little time passes and he comes to find me to ask me a new question. "Ab
"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx