ME IN THE DRIVER’S SEAT: So, Leda, darling. We’re getting some new animals at home. Can you guess what they will be? What animal is born out of an egg?
LEDA, REGALLY IN HER BOOSTER SEAT, DRESSED IN A PINK SATIN TINKERBELLE DRESS AND RUBBER BOOTS: A dinosaur!
ME: No. What animal – that is not extinct – is born out of an egg?
LEDA: A peacock!
ME: No.
LEDA: Nana, they are so born from eggs.
ME: You’re right Leda, but I don’t think Chucker and I are getting peacocks. What do you think we are getting? OK, I’ll tell you. Chickens.
LEDA: Hugo [at day care] was scratched by his chicken when he fell off the roof.
ME: Our chickens won’t scratch you.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
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2 comments:
Hoping that your experience with the chickens with be more elegant Martha Stewart and less "The Egg and I" (the latter one of the favorite books of my youth)
I don't think you got the whole story about Hugo. He fell off the roof but his injury came from a chicken scratch? Some folks can't catch a break.
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