Dad: “So… I have four days off. Wanna… (wiggles fingers) hang out?”

Me: “Don’t you have some golfing to do?”

Dad: “Well, YEAH. I mean, you’re right. I need to golf every day so that I can be a pro.”

Me: “Trying to cram in a few years of training, right?”

Dad: “Well, I need to train a lot if I want to be the golf champion at Wimbleton.”

Me: (stares at my father) “…”

Dad: “Maaaaybe this is why I suck at golf.”

Golfing doesn’t run in the family, but pursuing silly things sure does. I can’t wait for this term to be over so I can increase my pokemon to sleeping ratio. Or maybe antiquing to writing essays ratio. What does ratio mean anyway? Maybe this is why I suck at them.