Pranks on my kids, Part 2.
Imagine that you're a boy, nine years old.

Imagine that you're spending the night at a friend's house, but don't have a change of clothes or toothbrush, so you call Dad and ask him to bring them to you.

Imagine being upstairs with your friend and his older sister when Dad arrives with a paper bag and is brought upstairs by the friend's mother.

Now imagine Dad saying "I wasn't sure what underwear to bring- these are yours, right?" and producing a pair of briefs with the Red Power Ranger striking a dramatic pose on the seat.

I wonder if he remembers throwing them at me and trying to beat me...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 13 Dec 2007, 17:14, Reply)