"We're going to get at least a million hits on this one, Lump!" Bones was so excited you'd think he had scored a date with my sister. I was a little less excited because I knew my dad would revoke my RACK rights for life if I ever did something like this.

But I figured that my dad wasn't really paying that close of attention. I mean, how could he? He was on an airplane more than he was in our house. So I posted the video under one of my dummy accounts, thinking nobody could trace it back to us. Until my cell rang. I looked at it and then at Bones.

"It's my dad." Crap. So much for him not paying attention.

Bones didn't seem to get it. "Whoa, from China? Really? That's cool." Apparently his thought process didn't go far enough to think about why my dad might be calling.

"No, not cool, Bones. My dad could be on to us." I put my dad on speaker. "Hi, Dad!"

"Hi, kid. How's it going? I'm guessing Hank is there with you?" Dad knew that Bones was a fixture at our house on most nights in the summer.

"Hi, Mr. King. How's it going in China?!" Bones loved my dad.

"Well, the Chinese food here is delicious."

Bones laughed hysterically at the dumb Dad joke…probably because he didn't have one to make any. Me, not so much.

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