Like Father Like Son?

It is by far no secret that I am never described as lean, thin, slim, or in any other context referring to the abominably challenged.

I take great pride in my circumference, and although I do periodically refrain from a second desert, I rarely miss a meal. I am however SHOCKED that my energetic Gen-X #1 Son is beginning to follow in my buffet line. Perhaps it was just the exceptional cuisine found on board the Navigator of the Seas. Could even be the ribs on the Haitian Island . . . who knows?!?

Now I understand that his high tech world is expanding [as I am sure will his pants size] to an entirely new level. He is turned approximately 25% of his abode into a private personal high def theater. Can you say . . . major league couch potato? OK, I am not pointing any fingers because I think he can do better . . . I am simply saying that I want to join the club. I am jealous . . . besides, that newly found mass above the belt line is an excellent place to retain a plate during prime time.