Last night while I was cooking some grease flew up and got in my eye. While Jeffrey was looking me over, and I was trying not jump around like an idiot, Daddy called my name. I hollered back "yeah?", he hollered back "'yeah?', don't you mean 'sir'?"

Just goes to show that even at twenty-six you are never to old to get schooled by your dad.
That's fine Daddy, as Brendon says "you (meaning me) don't know everything", so you just keep on correcting. I love you Daddy, Happy Father's Day!