Just dropping in to give you a quick glimpse of what it is like to live with a sixteen year old who thinks he is a comedian.
Me: calling home on my cell phone Son: Strategic Air Command! Me: Can I speak to your father? Son: I'm sorry the General is not here right now. Me: Is he at Lowe's? Son: That is classified information. Me: I'm authorized to hear classified information. (Might as well play along at this point.) Son: Oh, um yeah, he is at Lowe's. Me: Thank you.