Rachel: Mommy, what's this?
Mommy: It's a chicken Order Form.
R: Shiiickin?
M: Chicken.
R: You can order chickens?
M: No, chicken. You know, like food?
R: Chicken food? For chickens?
M: No Rachel, for us.
R: We'd eat chicken food?
M: Rachel, focus. It's not food FOR chickens, it's chickens AS food. As in chicken for dinner. Chicken fingers. Chicken burgers. Chicken wings.
R: Oh. So you just draw what you want? Then they have to give it to you?
M. Sure. Close enough.
Daddy (from other room): Oh yeah honey, she's YOUR daughter.
I might have to hurt them both.
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This is too funny. That so sounds like a conversation I'd have with my 4yo son. And my husband says that all the time 'they are YOUR kids" lol too funny
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