Chicken butt
“Hey, you know what?” I asked my son.
“Chicken butt,” he replied.
“Are kids still saying that?” I wondered out loud.
“No, that’s what mom said your face looks like in the morning when you wake up. It makes her sad to see how old you’re getting and you’re not even thirty. She said it looks like your hairline is receding, you have bags under your eyes and that your balls are so old that they’ve started subscribing to AARP The Magazine. I don’t know what makes balls old,” he said.
My wife walks in the room.
“What’re you guys talking about?” she asked.
“Chicken butt,” I said.
“That doesn’t rhyme,” she said.
I pointed at my face. And then again at my balls.
“Oh. That. You know, it’s becoming more common for men to get plastic surgery, honey,” she said softly.
“Why would you say those things about me to my son? Why?”
“Chicken thigh,” my son said.
“Are kids still saying that?” I asked.
