Yes, he primped...a LOT. I don't remember him singing.
I do remember him hiding under his bed and missing all the action when our guys were chasing the Iraqis in their underwear down the river bank!
That's where we got: pretty + chicken.
But the "1 -2 -3" night was the funniest. We 'bout fell off our chairs every time he started again...1,2,3. I'm laughing just typing it!
I missed the hiding part...that must have been the one night I was actually out, lol.
That makes me laugh, too, about his 1,2,3; and I'm smiling as I remember his constant primping, not realizing we were watching, live....
I don't usually have to take credit for things, but this one I'm kinda proud of, so I must...
I actually coined the phrase "Pretty Chicken."
For a long time we had been calling him either "Pretty Richard" or "Pretty Engle" because of his primping. And then when we saw him ducking and hiding every time a shoe dropped, we started calling something like "Chicken Richard"... so I combined them for the double entendre = "Pretty Chicken."
Pretty = beautiful/vain, and Pretty = very... Chicken.
(Geez, how vain am I that I have to take credit for that!!?? LOL)