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.”