Quote of the week goes to my lanky teenage son. That's him dancing on the roof with the knee out of his jeans.
This morning he had me filling out forms for a hike he wants to go on. I was running late for work, and suggested that his sister could help him post it. He snorted most indignantly, "Why do I need her to help me post a letter............... Oh wait, will I need stamps and shit?"
Lucky he's got looks.