A dad proudly announces, “Tonight, I’m cooking dinner for the whole family.”
His wife raises an eyebrow. “Should we… order backup?”
An hour later, the kitchen smells like something survived a fire.
The kids are whispering like it’s a horror movie.
Dad walks out smiling, holding a burnt dish.
“Dinner is served!”
Everyone stares at it in silence.
His wife pokes it and asks, “What is this supposed to be?”
Dad shrugs confidently,
“Well… it started as chicken.” 😄
