TSA, TMI!

So, we were sitting at brunch yesterday with the grandparents, and while the women were up at the buffet, the men had the following conversation, reported later:

Dad:  Where’s Uncle Blank?

Grandpa:  They went to Baltimore, but they drove.  Uncle Blank won’t fly, he doesn’t want anyone touching his junk.

Nine year old: Then why doesn’t he just put it in his carry on bag?