The night gets the darkest, just before I strike.
Father son moments (yard work)

Dad: Damn, you look like a runaway slave.
Me: Dude it’s hot, and I’m tired.
Dad: Well get your dusty ass out of the fridge and go shower.
Me: I will, let me just grab something to eat.
Dad: Finish off that fruit in there then.
Me: Yeah i planned on it.  I’m going to finish off this watermelon.
Dad: Well shower first.
Me: Nah, I’m just going to eat it in the shower.
Dad: Wow you are sick. I need to get a picture of you holding that watermelon.
Me: Nope.  No time for that. 
Dad: Well before you go back there cut your sister some.
Me: NOOO!!! IT’S MINE!!! *runs away*
Dad: Come back here slave.
Me: NOOO, GIVE US US FREE!