As Stephen and I were driving home from the bank today we passed a sign at the feed store that said, "We have CHICKS!" Not wanting to miss an opportunity to razz Stephen, I said, "Hey, look! We could pull in there and get you a CHICK!" (Remember, girls are icky!)
Meanwhile, Stephen had seen the sign and started making chick noises, so he said, "They say cheep, cheep, cheep."
I answered, "No they are anything but cheap, cheap, cheap."
Stephen insisted, "They say cheep, cheep, cheep."
Thinking about it, I relented, "OK, maybe they do spend a lot of time calling you cheap, cheap, cheap."
Quickly Stephen got caught up in the joke and piped in, "Until they grow up. Then all they say is gobble, gobble, gobble!"