“So, Mr. Singer?”

“Yes?”

“I’m just reviewing your application for Father of the Year.”

“Okay, great.”

“Well, about that. Under ‘Achievements’ all you wrote was ‘Watched Disney’s Z-O-M-B-I-E-S.’”

“And?”

“That’s it?”

“Uh, have you seen Z-O-M-B-I-E-S?”

“Fair. But not even Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 2 and 3?”

“Look, it’s Father of the Year, not Father of the Decade. And I took my kids to a birthday party without my wife for four hours.”

“Wait, you took two kids to a birthday party alone for four hours and then you watched Z-O-M-B-I-E-S with them?”

“That’s right.”

“Mr. Singer, I’ve heard enough, here is your Father of the Year Award. And here is your prize: Three tickets to next summer’s Descendents/Z-O-M-B-I-E-S live tour.”

“Nooooooooooooooooo…”