If your dad’s got a motorbike then you win, even if your dad is ginger.

This is pretty much how I remember the logic of comparing and competing about our parents when I was a kid.

I remember my sister telling people her dad was a strong man. I told him this and he said she was right.  She meant like in a circus though, with a fancy mustache and tight leopard print pants with the fashioned-in braces.

I’m only thinking about all this because we went with the Animal to visit some of his other kids yesterday and I was reminded of how important it is, at a certain age, to be able to brag about your family and especially your parents.

Let’s not let them down, eh.