my dad says, “what is that little attack bulbasaur is always doing?”

“oh, you mean vine whip?”

my dad starts cackling. “i vine whip your mother all the time.”

i’m like, “ewww, that’s gross! don’t tell me that.”

he goes, “what? i find a little vine out in the yard and then when she walks by i swat her with it.”

my mom, from the other room: “he does.”