Every Picture Tells a Story (23)

Here's a pic of me at summer camp with a ping pong ball I'd split in two and drew little pupils on them. The point was to make my Dad crack during one of his lectures and I was hoping this was a sure fire way to do it.

But it didn't work. Dad looked at me and moved on, not cracking one bit. This was something all us brothers tried to get Dad to do for years and to this day we're still unsuccessful. (though no attempts have been made in years)

Hmmm...maybe it's time to give it the old college try once again....where's a ping pong ball....

Have a good weekend folks!