“Chicken Poodle Soup!” My son says as I ladle out homemade chicken noodle soup for tonight’s dinner.
“Brings a whole new mean to “hot dog.” His voice is playing a smart alec-y tone.
“Yeah, but the fur would get in the way,” dear hubby chimes in. Always looking for the final word that one is, father of the puns.
Without skipping a beat, dear son lands the punch. “That’s because you’re supposed to shave it first, duh….!”