Putting Nick to bed last night, he turns to me and says...
Nick (six years old): Okay daddy. Ask me some questions and I'll give you the answers.
Me: How old is my dad?
Me: Wow. Good. Where does milk come from?
Nick: Cows...or goats.
Me: Excellent. How old are you going to be when you die?
Me: I hope higher. But that's a good round number.
Nick: Ask a hard question daddy.
Me: What's the secret to happiness?