What Universal Truth I Learned While Dancing in My Bedroom to a Michael Jackson Song

So, I was dancing in my room to "Billie Jean" and some other Michael Jackson songs while I was getting ready the other day. I was dancing along and snapping (because children of the 80's like to snap their fingers when they dance to Michael Jackson songs). So I was dancing, snapping my fingers and singing to my cat, Harley. (No, we haven't reached any universal truths yet, although the children of the 80's snapping thing is pretty close.) All of a sudden, I notice that Harley looks really afraid. He has this look like, "Uh, oh. I'm in big trouble. I don't know what I did, but I'm in big trouble." And I'm like, "Harley, you're not in trouble, I'm just dancing around the room and snapping my fingers and singing some Billie Jean, 'the kid is not my son (ow!)'."

Then it hits me, Harley thinks he is in trouble because whenever he really is doing something wrong, I snap my fingers at him. So here he is, listening to me snap up a storm, and thinks that he is in for it.

Why does this lead me to a universal truth? Well, if your name is David, Joel or Janette (sorry Andrew, but you really didn't live through this era, not like you read my blog because you hardly read my texts, yeah, I'm a little bitter) you already know where this is leading. When we were little kids, David and I would know we were in trouble because my dad would snap his fingers. He wouldn't yell. Most of the time he wasn't even in the same room as us (the man has a loud snap people) but whenever we heard it, wherever we were, we knew someone was in big trouble (umm, usually that was David, sorry but it's true). A snap reverberating through the house could chill our souls to the bone (that is if souls had bones).

Universal truth drum roll please: I grew up and became my dad! (Not the worst thing in the world, for the most part;)