The Time Traveler
Dad: “You know, I’ve always wanted to be a time traveler.”
Son: “Really? Why?”
Dad: “Well, imagine all the things I could fix. Like going back and telling myself not to eat that extra slice of cake. Or telling younger me, ‘Don’t even think about buying that old car!’”
Son: “You’re right, Dad. But if you went back in time, wouldn’t you mess up the space-time continuum?”
Dad: “Oh, no worries. I’ve already thought of that. I’m going to invent a time machine, but I’m going to make it a convertible, so I can always leave with the top down.”
Son: “So, you’d fix the timeline and get some wind in your hair?”
Dad: “Exactly! Who says time travel can’t be stylish?”
