We were on a beach with my husband and our 8-year-old son. We had forgotten to take our panamas with us. It was really hot. So I asked my husband to look after the kid, and I went home to take the panamas. Came back and saw my son buried in the sand, only his head was out. My husband wasn’t around. I asked:
“Where’s dad?”
My son answered cheerfully:
“Dad’s swimming!”
“And why are you here?”
Still cheerfully he said:
“He buried me in the sand, so that I don’t get lost.”
Gentlemen, this is the Father of the Year…
