The year is 2027. Voice to text is flawless. A young child points at a bird and says, "Duck". His mother slaps him.

When I was a kid. I used to come home drunk & beat my Dad.

You're not really a parent until you swat blindly into the backseat, hoping to connect with a kid.

KID: Why's the sky blue DAD: It's sad MOM: Light refraction DAD: ... MOM: ... DAD: (*mumbling*) light refraction