On my thirty-third birthday I received the greatest gift anyone can receive--the birth of my son. He is my one and only, so I refer to him as "my favorite son" and he refers to me as "his favorite father." Good combination. As he was growing up, I would ask him to do something, and as a good child, he always asked why. At some point in time, I got tired of all the why questions and just said, "Because it is in the adult handbook." He obviously...