Cat's NOT In The Cradle

One of the bad things about having kids is that no matter how much you try to raise them properly, and to instill in them a sense of values, they will still find a way to embarrass you and besmirch the family name.

Such is the case with my son Omar. I have been remembering our times together when he was a wee little terrorist, and trying to figure out where I went wrong. Was I not home enough? Too many nights spent inspiring others to unleash death and mayhem upon innocent people while neglecting my responsibilities as a parent? That idiot infidel singer Harry Chapin had a wrong when he sang:,

"He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me."

I should have so lucky.

I truly don't know where I went wrong, but the shame of my failure weighs heavy upon my heart. You see, my little Omar wants to become... (GASP!!!)... a peace activist.