Tonight Owen was helping me make chicken fajitas for dinner. As I threw the chicken tenderloins in the skillet to saute he asked (as he does whenever we are cooking/eating meat), "Is it dead?"
"Yes, Owen. It is dead."
"What was it?"
"Chicken."
Silence.
Looking very somber he says, "I think the baby misses his Mommy."
"Are you sad about the chicken that died?"
"Yeah..."
Silence.
At this point, I am thinking about how sensitive and traumatic this must be for him. Will he turn out to be a vegetarian to save all the Bambi's of the world?
And then he pipes up...
"I wish I could have shot that chicken."
Or not.
7 comments:
That is really funny!!
Hee, hee! Love it! :)
I just found your blog (from facebook, of course!)
Your kids are too cute. I have enjoyed being your neighbor this year :)
Hilarious!
Bahahaha. Best story yet.
Oh my gosh! Here I was sympathizing with him & then BAM! How hilarious!!!
Thanks for the great laugh! Sounds like a true Springer prodigy.
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