My grandson embarrassed a man of the cloth yesterday - details inside

My four year old grandson and I were at the toy store, where he was pointing out what he'd like to receive for Christmas. A gentleman in religious garb was next to us. He and I exchanged a smile and a nod, even though I wanted nothing more than to beat this man to a bloody pulp for all the misery he brought upon the world. He and my little grandson Bongo reached for the same toy - a Transformer - when the priest chuckled and asked, "Have you been naughty or nice this year?" My grandson screamed, "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF MY TOY, YOU PEDOPHILE." Little Bongo ripped the toy out of the priest's hands. "I BET YOU'D LIKE TO BE NAUGHTY WITH ME." Tears of joy ran down my face. The priest gasped, "What would Santa think if he heard you talk like that?" Little Bongo replied, "SANTA DOESN'T EXIST YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT, JUST LIKE YOUR STUPID INVISIBLE SKY DADDY. GTFO FAG," and gave him the middle finger. The priest stumbled away, defeated. "I HOPE YOU KILL YOURSELF," was little Bongo's parting shot. Everyone in the store applauded and yelled "PWNED!" They spit on the dazed priest as he vacated the premises. I picked up my grandson and I gushed, "You've made me so proud! I love you, little Bongo!" He looked at me with the most tender eyes you could imagine and said, "STFU DOUCHE BAG AND BUY ME A TRANSFORMER." The crowd laughed uproariously and high-fived him. I purchased six Transformers for little Bongo and we headbanged to "Shout at the Devil" by Motley Crue all the way home. I assure you that's exactly what happened.