Good Fatherly Advice

Cole was messing around with me yesterday morning while Eric was getting ready for work, pretending he didn't know what I was asking him to do. I wasn't in the mood for his games, and I told him in no uncertain words that his days were numbered.

As Eric left the room to leave for work, I heard him whisper to Cole in the hallway:

Dude, fyi, when Mom says, "Cole, you're making me want to punch you in the face", you've gone too far and it's time to stop. Just lettin' you know...