The Good Son

I try to be a good son, but hopefully not this wretched brat:



Anyway, here's how I try. When my parents drove me to the airport on Sunday they were talking again about their upcoming trip to Oregon, which I have to add is a beautiful state. They mentioned they haven't booked their flights yet. I go ahead and book 2 first-class tickets for them using my miles. They've never flown first-class before, so hopefully they'll enjoy being addressed by name, the hot meals, custom-made sundaes, and free back-rubs.