Been together 37 years. We have a 22 year old son, a 20 year old daughter. They both drive, of course. You know what that means? As soon as they get in the car they take over the radio station. I have to listen to the worst music I’ve ever heard in my life. You know what? I figured out how to get them to change the station. Sing-along. ♪ “Honey got a booty like pow pow pow” ♪ “Dad stop it!” ♪ “Call me Mr. Flinstone cuz I can make your bed rock.”♪ “Stop it!” “Why are you doing that?” ♪”I blame it on the alco-alco-alcohol”♪ My son says, “You sound stupid.” I said, ♪ “I got one less problem without you.”♪ He says, “Why you poking me?” I go, ♪ “Can’t keep my hands to myself.” ♪ I love it when I’m in the kitchen with my two kids. My wife walks in. I go, ♪ “Honey got a booty like pow pow pow!” ♪ And you know what? That’s her cue to give me one of those things.