My kids and I had an interesting discussion around the lunch table today. My daughter started it:
"That dog is just like Daddy!"
I looked at her quizzically. "How so?"
"He's big and manly."
"And hairy," my son added.
"Yeah. And he burps and farts."
"And he destroys trees."
I looked at my son. "Daddy destroys trees?'
"Yeah - do you remember the one he weed-wacked?"
Oh, yeah. Okay, so Daddy destroys trees and so does the dog.
Then I thought of one: "He leaves messes wherever he goes!"
Yep. The dog is just like Daddy.