Out shopping with the family, Charlene went ahead of us to visit a clothing store.  I trailed along with our three boys.

Out of the blue, our teenager asked a question that has stumped the mystics for thousands of years, “If you had to eat one, which would you choose, ‘poo’ or ‘barf?'”

Well son, that answer is actually very easy, “Barf and never ask that question around your mother.”  Plus in the future, if you ever want proof that your father is a wise man, reference this post.