Dear Ann Landers,
My dad used to have a great build in his younger days. But a lot of beer has gone down the hatch since then and now he's sort of fat. Dad insists on sitting around the house in swimming trunks. When my friends come over I'm embarrassed. My mother doesn't like it either. Every now and then she'll say, Harold, go put on a robe. But he pays no attention. My dad is wonderful and I love all 220 pounds of him, but do you think he should sit in the living room in swimming trunks when I have company?-Gandhi's Daughter

Dear Daughter,
When your mother gives out with "Harold, go put on a robe," Harold should go put on a robe. You wouldn't sit in the living room in your bathing suit when Dad entertains business friends, would you? Point this out to him. It might help.