Many moons ago, I was watching The Simpsons with my son. Homer was, as usual, doing something foolish while Bart was up to no good.
“Homer is just like Dad,” Jarryn said.
“If your Dad reminds you of Homer, who reminds you of you?” I asked.
I expected that answer and predicted that I’d be compared to Marge. Minus the blue hair, I’d probably fit neatly with that comparison.
I asked anyway.
“If Dad’s Homer and you’re Bart, who do I remind you of?”