Daughter: Alexa, play Let It Go.

Dad: When I was your age, I had to call a radio station, wait on hold for 30 minutes to request a song, then sit by my boom box for an hour for my song to play with a blank cassette tape so I could record it. 

Daughter: I don’t understand any of that.

One Liner

Looking to comfort a friend of mine who struggles with grammar, I patted her arm gently and said, “There, they’re, their.”