At dinner someone (methinks the middle child) says:
(blah blah blah) hot chickie babe... (aimed squarely at the wife)
To wit the youngest responds: No, no, no. Since she's a woman, she's a "hot chickie hen".
then he points at me and says: And he's a hot chickie rooster
Needless to say we all degenerated into laughter.
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