Last night, Kathy & I went out to dinner with our nephew, Bill, at the restaurant where his girlfriend works. We had a delicious meal, as we always do there, even if mine was out-of-control spicy. (Totally my fault. Well... maybe 90 percent my fault.) But when the bill came, it was half of what we expected. Bill says, "Oh, yeah -- Ashley told them you're her parents so you could get the family discount."
So we did what any responsible people would do. We told our daughter we were very proud of her, and left her a nice tip.
But the next time I'm posing as someone's dad, I'm bringing a pipe.