A Max Chuckle

I’ve only heard this story second hand from Michele but none of it truly surprises me.

On the way home from summer school last week Ellie was telling Michele that her friends’ parents let them go to “raves” (“the so and so parents let them….” is the topic for a whole other post). Max quickly chimed in to tell his sister, “Ellie you don’t want to go to raves because people are there just to do drugs and drink alcohol and the police come!” Michele was a bit disconcerted to hear just how much Max knows about these gatherings considering his tender age of nine but there was nothing to prepare him for Max’s next statement, “Besides boys just go to raves to pick up hot chickens.”

Michele, unaware that raves include “take-out” dinner orders from KFC, had to think about this for a moment or two when he realized that what Max meant to say was that boys are there looking for “hot chicks” not “hot chickens”. When Michele tried to correct him Max responded, “What do you know about boys and hot chicks?” By this point Michele didn’t know if he should laugh or be insulted!