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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