So the other day, my teen son was driving me around on some errands.

Traveling down a quiet stretch of road, my son activated the hands free option to change the radio station via voice command.

Car’s Automated Voice, “State a command.”

Me seizing the moment, before my son could speak, I provided a command for the car, “Scratch my butt.”

Then I laughed and laughed and laughed at my dad-style cleverness.

Juvenile humor, oh yeah, I speak that.