I have to admit that I was jealous of my son, still lying in bed as I headed off to work, but not jealous enough to initiate the sequence that ends up in a father-son mind transfer comedy.

Canned Dragons
by Robert Rackley
I have to admit that I was jealous of my son, still lying in bed as I headed off to work, but not jealous enough to initiate the sequence that ends up in a father-son mind transfer comedy.