Purple Nurple

And so it begins....

Kevin was putting Fletcher to bed recently when this conversation occurred (I wasn't there):

Fletcher: Dad, do you know what a wedgie is?
Kevin: Yep, I know what a wedgie is. (wondering where this conversation is headed)
Fletcher: Do you know what a purple nurple is?
Kevin: No, I don't believe so (really wondering where this conversation is headed but with a good guess of what a "purple nurple" might be)
Fletcher: Do you know what a wrench is?
Kevin: Like something in my toolbox?
Fletcher: No, it's when someone does this (he grabs the back of his neck)
Kevin: Oh....
Fletcher: Do you know what a credit card is?
Kevin: Like in my wallet?
Fletcher: No, it's when someone kicks you like this (with his hand motioning toward his crack)
Kevin: (Oh, please let this conversation end quickly) Oh.... what was that purple thing?
Fletcher: The purple nurple. That's when they go like this (He proceeds to twist his fist over his chest).
Kevin: Ooooooh (trying not to make a big deal). Where did you hear about that?
Fletcher: From _________ at school.
Kevin: Well, you know we don't do that to anyone, right?
Fletcher: Yes sir. Good night.

Anybody have any idea what a "purple nurple" is? :)

When we were kids, I think it was called something else entirely.