Dear Old Dad

I have a tin that opens up to reveal two wiggly porcelain frogs. When the light hits the frogs, they start croaking, and they croak until I put the tin lid back on. If I told this to my dad, he would probably tell me that my tin is not tin, but aluminum, and that nobody makes things out of tin anymore.

A couple months ago, I was at a car lot with my dad, and I said, "All these cars look alike. They all have the same shape." Dad said, "That's because you don't know what you're talking about."