Call Of Duty
(My dad and I are sitting in the living room. He is tinkering away on his new phone.)
Dad: “I don’t think I’m getting text messages. Can you send me something?”
Me: “Sure.”
(I text dad. A couple of seconds later, my dad’s phone goes off.)
Dad: “Oh, it does work!” *reads text* “Poop.”
Me: *giggles*
Dad: “You sent me poop.”
Me: “You could say it was my DOO-DEE to do so!”
Dad: “…you’re so mature.”