Generational Communication Fail

The nephew was staying after church to practice drums, and was arranging a ride home. The conversation went mostly like this:

Becky: Are you riding home with us?

Nephew: I don't know. I'll see if Pap can bring me home.

Pap: Sure I can take you, I have a meeting anyway.

Nephew, to Becky: I'm going home with my home skillet, Pap.

Pap: What did you call me?

Nephew: My home skillet.

Pap: What's that?

Becky: It means you're his home boy.

Pap: What's that mean?

Becky: It's just something kids say. I guess it's kinda like a good buddy?

Pap: I'm just walking away now.

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