My dad was at a botanical gardens in CA when a woman on the tour went ballistic on the tour guide, insisting he refer to male pea-birds as "pea roosters." She didn't want her children hearing "dirty words."
Better keep them away from the Cockatoos!
A-hem. You do mean Roosteratoos, right?
I had seveal breeding pairs of cockatiels at one time, and a little girl was at our house looking at one of my new babies. (She was beautifully behaved, this is NOT a brat story.
) She was telling me about her father's cockatoo at home, and how it sometimes sits on the arm of the couch and lets her play with it and pet it. (At which point I realized WHY she was so good at "pet gently" when no other tiny child I have been around has been... she was pre-trained.) So then she tells me how pretty my birds are, and how excited she is that one of them is going home with her.
Then she chirps "I just LOVE c**ks!"
I remarkably refrained from laughing and agreed that birds are lovely. Her father had to clear sweet tea from his nose. I hope he explains to her that she might wanna rethink how she phrases that. (For the record, the bird she took home is still her loving pet, and she will be starting Junior High next year... I feel OLD!)