Let me tell you when I firststopped liking my son,
Here's when I firststopped liking him.
I go in the house, I'mlike, son, do those dishes.
He like I don't dothat type of work.
I'm sorry, son.
What the [bleep]is your specialty?
You a doctor?
You dress like a dishwasher,do the god damn dishes.
I remember he waslike 13, right?
He gonna call me up outof nowhere, frantic.
Dad, I'm being chased.
A man is chasing me.
That's my only child.
If I had three or fourother children, I'm like,
son, make it thebest way you can,
make it the best way you can.
"Sports Center" is on.
I need to-- Butthat's my only son.
So I get my baseball bat, catchthem two blocks from the house.
He out of breath.
I'm out of breath.
Son, are you good?
Yeah, Dad, I'm good.
I fought him off.
I'm like, that's my boy.
Then out of nowhere,he started crying.
Dad, don't be mad.
I fought him offas hard as I could.
Only thing he was ableto wrestle from me
is my report card.
You mother [bleep], you.
You son of a bitch.
I couldn't even be mad at him.
I'm like, son, I don't evenneed to see your report card.
You are obviouslya genius to come
up with some shit like this.
You are a genius.