Father's Day this Sunday

I remember a story of my own son, when he was in Year 5 at Tamworth South Public School.
I passing by his bedroom and was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made
and everything was picked up and put away.
Then I saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'
With hesitation I opened the envelope and read the letter.
“Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend freckled faced Sally Pearson. But I knew you would not approve of her because of her belly piercing, that she has a laugh like a hyena and I think she smokes and the fact that she is much older than I am, being in year 6.
Sally said that we will be very happy together. Her pop owns a shed in the bush and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. Don't worry Dad. I'm 11 now and I know how to take care of myself.
Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, Your Son
PS.
Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house.
I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a Report card That's in my center desk drawer.
I love you. Get mum to call me when it's safe to come home.
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO to all the city fathers out there have a great day CITY