Just talked to my dad over the phone for the first time in a while, and the subject of my safety in France this summer came up in conversation.
Dad: Aren't you a black belt or something?
Me: Huh? No... I took taekwondo for like a year back in middle school, but that was it.
Dad: Oh. Well, you got a little ghetto in you, 'cause your dad's ghetto. So you'll be alright. You know how to get somebody off you when you need to.
Me (cracking up): Thanks, Dad.