An astute observation

In Eric's truck there is an actual outlet to plug things in (I know, where were all these great gadgets when we were young?  Remember pushing in the cigarette lighter and then watching it glow?  That was our highlight of being in a vehicle.)  Anyway, we were all riding in the truck the other day and Joey happened to be sitting up front between me and Eric.  He was looking at (pushing) every button on the dash.  Then he stops, looks at something for a few quiet seconds, and asks me, dead serious, "Mom, is he sad?"  To what was he referring?......poor sad Mr. Outlet.