Guess I'm weird. If I ever have a kid, when he gets to be about 25, I'd rather hear the following:
"Dad, great to see you. You know I'd never miss a family reunion. Hey, I volunteered to do a shift on flipping the burgers, so let's chat by the grill. Anyway, the job's going okay. Still a lot to learn, you know, but I'll get by. All I can do is do my best and hope to move up someday. Hey, how about those Eagles?"
Then hear the following:
"Dad, got the invitation for the reunion, but you know I'm far too busy for that kind of thng. Looks like my work will be getting published again and I'm being profiled in a leading journal. If I get around to it, I'll send you a web link. Did you hear I'm now running five miles a day and I've learned to live on five hours of sleep? Gotta go."
THAN hear the following: