To begin with, he is a photocopy of his mother. We share absolutely nothing in common - from looks to behaviour.
He is cool headed, showers twice a day, never gets into fights and is generally well behaved, which is not how I was at his age.
But what really disturbs me is that he is very sharp, yet I was an average student. In fact, whereas I never managed to score 30 percent in Maths, he cries when he misses the 80 percent mark. Is this boy really mine? Should I challenge my wife? Elvis
Oh boy, you were clearly played. That one is not yours. It must feel like hell. You were this scruffy little dirty kid with a running nose who was permanently at the tail end of the class. Like every man, you wanted a son who takes after you.
And now you are stuck with a sissie who is likely to grow into an accountant, marry some lawyer and sire a bunch of clean, disciplined kids. The horror!
Unfortunately, that train has already pulled out of the station. How about you get a filthy, brainless babe and knock her up chap-chap?
That way, you are guaranteed a baby who will be exactly like you - because kids, fortunately in your case, inherit mum’s brains! Or so the women claim...