My "Son" Tim

Oh where have I failed. :-(  First, Tim told me that he had registered as a Democrat, I cried and sobbed for three hours.

Then when he told me he wanted to go to an "Eastern" school for an MBA instead of a Masters of Science Degree from UCLA, I curled into the fetal position and rejected the outside world for two days.

One day he called me to inform me that he had "early voted" for Baraak Obama. I took to my bed and hid under the covers. Poor sweet Kari had to cox me out, after several days, with a freshly cooked enchilada and the promise that she would intercept all phone calls from son Tim for the next two weeks. I sat on the edge of the bed, eating my first "meal" in several days and every time the phone rang I relapsed and Kari had to help me back to the edge of the bed.

The final nail, pounded deep into my coffin, has been Tim's announcement that he owns more pairs of shoes than both my darling wife Kari and Imelda Marcos. If Tim ever decides to move, his shoes will fill an extra large U-Haul with storage space over the cab.

I have decided that Tim is really a Demo-Metro.