Just a little bit pregnant. Reminds me of this old joke: A rich man walks up to a pretty lady, and asks, "Will you go to bed with me for a million dollars?" Immediately, she answers. "Of course." Then the man asks the woman if she will go to bed with him for ten dollars. Indignantly, she responds. "Of course not. What kind of a woman do you think I am?" He answers, "We've already established that. Now we're haggling over the price."
Son comes to father and asks, "Dad, what's the difference between theoretical and hypothetical?"
"Son, I'll illustrate that most illuminatingly to you if you'll ask your mother and sister a question."
"Sure Dad, what do you want me to ask them?"
"Ask them if they'll have sex with a man for a million dollars."
Son comes back with a perplexed look on his face. "Well, did you get an answer to the question?"
"Yes, I did Dad. Mom said that it would have to be much more than a million dollars because you're a really swell guy, but that she'd share it with you. Sis said that she'd do it merely if the guy had a million dollars, and only bought her a big diamond ring, a house with a fancy shrubbery out front (you know one with two levels and a nice walkway between the two levels), a shiny red Ferrari, and big English Sheep dog for the backyard, and for he to be able to help you and mom out financially when you get older."
"Well, there you have it son, I hope its all clear in your mind now."
"What, Dad? I don't see how that helps at all?"
"Don't you see son? We, hypothetically could be a couple of millionaires, but are theoretically living with a couple of prostitutes."