Well well, ain't that a fine kettle of fish. Time for a men only outing. I've heard they are all the rage.* Make a lunch to go ... get some bagels ... you know, the father, the son, and the holey toast, pack the SUV (I'm quite certain of that) and go fishing. The boss returns with stories to tell, while you and your son just look at each other and smirk. "Did we ever tell you about the time when ... " Everyone deserves a tall tale to tell.
* I take no responsibility for the outcome of such an enterprise, without supervision and with (collectively) only half a brain as an operating system, metaphorically speaking.
