fathers and sons [Theme] Page 25

If mom bought you
In store only ball
And doesn't want the rest
All he sees, buy,
Become straight, heels together,
Arms at sides place,
Open your mouth wider,
And shout the letter: - Ah!
And when, dropping bags,
Screaming: - People! Alert!
Buyers will rush
Clerk in charge,
To you the store Manager
Go and say to my mother:
- Take all free
He just screams!

Castle (daughter): When I was your age ... No, not about that, it is not pedagogically.

Hush, you kids. If I hear one more word, Bart will no longer watch cartoons, and Lisa doesn't go to College.

And Nero's mother was a bad woman because I was raised a bad son!

- Bart, I want to ask you about something I read in a magazine. It is true that you arrange baiting each other in cyberspace?
- How is this possible? We're all sitting here and we have no computers.
Marj, I did my parental duty!
- That's great, homie! There is a little cupcake with ice cream.
- So long, suckers!

Me again 6 years, parents passing messages to each other.

- Why didn't you love us dad?
I loved you but I loved myself more.

- Are not you afraid that after watching the Simpsons, our children will be like Bart Simpson?
- To your children was not, as Bart Simpson need their fathers were not, like Homer Simpson.

I lost my kids. This is worse than death.

- Then only one question remains...
- What, Your Majesty?
- How much I'm going to miss it?

- Do you often see your father?
- No, we're just friends.

Elena... it's Hard to be a father of a special child, and I didn't get it. And because of my prejudices I failed you. I was tormented by the fact that things could be different if I listened to you. For me, the journey is over. For you, is it possible to grow old and take care of my child better than I do. For this child I give you my ring. I'm not asking you to forgive me or to forget... I ask only to believe that regardless of whether you read this letter as a human or vampire, I still love you. How loved and will always love.

- No, it's mine! - immediately found me.
On my dad's face alternately reflected astonishment, regret, and confusion.
- Um, I'm glad you're using protection, ' he muttered and closed the door.
Use protection... He does not even know that I had never kissed!

I drove the duster a bit ago. She watched me, and then hobbled back to the house, where she ran the little boy and girl. They, too, were surprisingly plump. The hands were holding a chocolate bar.
- PIF, fuchias, mA? - asked the boy, - PIF is for Matina, mA? Fluoride of fuchias?
"Shut up," said the fat lady and dragged the children back into the house.
I like to watch such enlightened parents: it gives me hope for the future.