confusing

While visiting my parents after inheriting a rather large quantity of Twix bars. Me: Oh, before I leave.... are you a fan of Twix? Dad: Twix? No! Not me, I don't go near it. Dad: I don't want anything to do with it, just doesn't make sense to me. Dad: Twixting... or whatever you kids call it. Me: Dad... you're thinking of twitter... tweeting. Twix is a candy bar. Dad: Oh! Yeah, I love Twix! Why, do you have some? Me: ...