I Don’t Feel Like Chicken Tonight

(It’s dinner time and I’m bringing in Dad’s meal with my own as I was in the kitchen helping serve it. We’re having a store-bought pizza between us.)

Dad: “What type of pizza is it?”

Me: “BBQ Chicken.”

Dad: “Who picked that?”

Me: “I did.”

Dad: “What happened to meat?”

Me: “…It’s chicken.”

Dad: “Chicken’s not meat.”

Me: “I’m sure chickens will be pleased to hear that.”