Glimpse into a night at the Dawson's

Chris is currently dancing to Tech N9ne in our apartment.  He pauses every time they say KCMO... as if he is from there.

Chris:  "Remember when Tech N9ne came to Manhattan?"
Me: "No"
Chris: (while ghetto dancing) "I couldn't go because I was a pledge.  It was at Silverados.  It would have been awesome."
Me: "You would have gotten your butt kicked"
Chris: "I would have taken JMo."
Me: laughing hysterically
Chris: "I love it when they say 435"

He continues to dance as he does dishes.  What has our life come to?