Kid:  I thought you said we were going to the beach! Dad:  Whaddya talking about, we’re at the beach! Kid:  This is the courtyard of your apartment complex. Dad:  That we have all to ourselves! Whoa, private beach! Kid:  You gotta be kidding me. Dad:  Use your imagination!  Kid:  Ok. I’m imagining that you are a better father. Dad:  Jeez Kyle, low blow. Hey, whatever you want to do at the beach we can do right here.  Kid:  Fine, I want to go swimming. Dad:  You bet. Just stick your feet in that storm drain. Kid:  You do realize you’re a terrible father, right? Dad:  You know what, better do it one foot at a time so they don’t get stuck. Kid:  I’m not putting any of my feet in that thing! It’s disgusting. Dad:  You sure? I dropped a couple nickels in there. Big fat juicy nickels! Kid:  All I wanted was to build a lousy sand castle! Dad:  Who needs a sand castle when you can have… a mulch castle? The dad picks up a handful of red mulch and drops it in front of his son. Dad:  Mulch! Kid:  It’s crap like this that made Mom stop loving you. Dad:  Aw c’mon Kyle! Low blow!

Kid:  I thought you said we were going to the beach!

Dad:  Whaddya talking about, we’re at the beach!

Kid:  This is the courtyard of your apartment complex.

Dad:  That we have all to ourselves! Whoa, private beach!

Kid:  You gotta be kidding me.

Dad:  Use your imagination! 

Kid:  Ok. I’m imagining that you are a better father.

Dad:  Jeez Kyle, low blow. Hey, whatever you want to do at the beach we can do right here. 

Kid:  Fine, I want to go swimming.

Dad:  You bet. Just stick your feet in that storm drain.

Kid:  You do realize you’re a terrible father, right?

Dad:  You know what, better do it one foot at a time so they don’t get stuck.

Kid:  I’m not putting any of my feet in that thing! It’s disgusting.

Dad:  You sure? I dropped a couple nickels in there. Big fat juicy nickels!

Kid:  All I wanted was to build a lousy sand castle!

Dad:  Who needs a sand castle when you can have… a mulch castle?

The dad picks up a handful of red mulch and drops it in front of his son.

Dad:  Mulch!

Kid:  It’s crap like this that made Mom stop loving you.

Dad:  Aw c’mon Kyle! Low blow!

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