<< Uff dad! Do I really have to do it?>> My nine years old son Jeff asked me, in a perfect copy of my angry expression. <<Yes Jeff! Now get dressed! Don't you want your friends - I mean MY friends to find you like that?>> <<But why can't I go to play with my friends??>> <<Because you lost our bet son! And for tonight I'm gonna be you, and have fun! Be kind with your Mom er...YOUR WIFE!>> I told my son, and the went to play!