My dad can beat up your dad -- with tall tales

As told to me....

JP (at work, seeing boss has come into office): Hey, boss. How's your boy?

Boss (who has 8-month-old son): Great! He took four steps yesterday.

JP: Four steps already? He's only 8 months.

Boss: Yep. He's got five teeth, too -- two of them molars.

JP: No way! Well, Flybaby has nine teeth and one molar. And he's practically running through the house now.

Boss: You don't say. Well, my boy weighs 27 pounds.

JP: Flybaby can write his name.

Boss: My boy can do long division.

JP: Flybaby is taking Advanced Placement courses.

Boss: Mine is already a Rhodes scholar.

JP: Flybaby is a NASA consultant.

Boss: My baby has people who are working on his 2062 presidential campaign.

JP: Well ... the office staff all think my baby is cuter than your baby!