She hit the flo

After dropping off the most hastily assembled Napoleon ever, the wife and I flew down to Tampa for the weekend to take in some spring training games.

I somehow turned into my dad during the course of the vacation: every five minutes I commented on how warm it was and each day I read the New York weather aloud from the morning paper. Then I issued fake alligator warnings every time we walked somewhere.

And in response, my wife turned into my mom: she just ignored me.