Raising him right :') I am back in school for my Masters and my shitling takes an enrichment program at the college. I took him to have breakfast at the diner earlier and this one ham waitress was whining about her aches and pains. Waitress: (yelling across the diner, naturally) I GOT DIABETEEES. I CAN'T HELP MUH KNEES HUT. Shitlad: (giggles and whispers) I wonder why. Proud parent tears