What Have I Done?

I don't know if it was a momentarily lapse of parental judgment or the fluctuating barometric pressure's effect on my brain, but last night not only did I explained to Ian what a 'wet willy' is (ya know, lick you finger and stick in some poor sap's unsuspecting ear) but I also demonstrated how to administer one.

I've already had to stop him from trying his new learned prank on his mother and sister.

I am afraid to think of what sort of havoc I have unleashed upon his classroom.

Then again, if a dad can't teach his son how to make a little disruptive fun, then what's the point of having a son?