I Hate My Son*

So, we were driving back from the bookstore, and I ended up mentioningMad Magazine, and he goes, "What's that?"

So I feel like I'm older than Methuselah, because, after all, what twelve year old doesn't know about Mad?

So  I explain what it is, and give him a primer on the magazine, and the history of EC Comics, and what it was all about.

As we are parking, he reveals that he is fully cognizant of Mad, and that he's been pulling my chain.

Sharper than a serpent's tooth.

I am currently developing an appropriate plan for revenge.

^*Not really, but I have to get him back for this.