While Dad's away, the Dunderhead will play...

SO WHILE I'M OUT OF TOWN COVERING HOCKEY FOR FOUR DAYS...

...DRIVING SEVEN HOURS TO OUR NEIGHBOURING PROVINCE OF SASKATCHEWAN AND DOCUMENTING THAT DRIVE THUSLY...

(This town in western Manitoba is where writer Margaret Laurence grew up...)

Did you know Kandahar is actually in Saskatchewan, not in Afghanistan, where our Canadian troops are dropping like flies trying to keep the peace and track down Osama Bin Laden?

It's all a Canada-U.S. political ruse, I say...

Yeah, while I was out of town doing my job, my son, who has a key to my apartment, was entering same apartment -- which is very close to his school -- and creating a disaster of epic proportions.

Upon my return Sunday, all the tell-tale signs were there:

--Toilet paper not replaced on the dispenser.

--Five or six Bounce dryer sheets used and left on the floor all over or on the dryer, no doubt to repel the cling and lint for the one shirt he might have washed for some hot date with his girlfriend.

--His hair gel, left next to the bathroom sink, opened.

--The toothpaste, left uncapped so it can dry out.

--The mouthwash, its cap left off.

--Spit-out toothpaste stains in the sink.

--And, of course, a total mess in the kitchen. Dirty dishes put in a dishwasher full of clean dishes.

Whatever, left all over the place.

Another sink full of dirty dishes, an open bag of what used to be fresh bread, now dry. My bike is nowhere to be seen. He must be riding it. The usual crumbs are all over the living room.

Ahh, to be home again.