Clean Snatch!

Get your mind out of the gutter, Hey-soos Christo.
By snatch I meant grab. Sheesh.

So turbo was playing a video game called Destroy All humans 2.
The basic premise is you are a little classic looking "gray" alien named Crypto running around earth trying to ...well destroy humanity.
One of the features of the game
(in addition to being able to pull a humans brain out through their ass with a specialized ray)
is that you can zap them and take over (or "snatch") their body.

In case nobody has hipped you to this, video games have become progressively more freaky as the years have rolled on.

So Turbo is playing his game and I happen to glance up just as he zaps somebody and inhabits his body.
The screen displays in big bold letters

CLEAN SNATCH!

Wow.
here's what followed:

M: clean snatch? that's good?
T: (very enthusiastically) oh yeah, it's the best kind of snatch.
M: so you love the clean snatch then?
T: yeah , you know why?
(I assure you this is what he said)
T: it kind of sounds like "clean snack"
M :clean snack?
T: yeah ...like a donut that hasn't fallen on the floor or anything? Just clean. And you're thinking "I can't wait to eat that."
M: well if you like clean snatch that much then I guess I do too.

Bonding.
Isn't it these moment that we live for as parents?
I know there won't be too many more chances to have conversations like this.

I was on the phone one time and Hopper was just driving me nuts trying to get his way on something. He would not stop trying to argue with me.
I couldn't take it anymore.

M: Listen you can just stop debating this with me; you won't win.
H: I might.
M: no you won't. And I'll tell you why.
H: why daddy?
M: because son, you are no master debater.
H: (furious) I am too a master debater!
M not yet you aren't . One day you will be. But not yet you aren't .
H: (stomps away, enters bedroom) I can't wait to be a master debater! (slams door)

ahhh, good times.