They're Never Too Old to Beat

I bought a bottle of single malt the other day because my sister and her husband were coming for dinner and he and I like to indulge with a cigar and a couple fingers of the good stuff afterward. 

Elder feral son Uday accompanied me to the store.  He's 27 but looks younger.

I gave him the bagged bottle to carry and he said "Gee, thanks, Mister!" and walked out.

I guess you had to be there, but I'm still laughing here.