Sunday, January 11, 2009

Out of the mouths of babes

We have a new batch of baby chicks. On the day they arrived I took Little Guy out to see them, after he woke up from his nap. He seemed to have mixed feelings... they were "so cute!" but he wasn't too interested in holding them. Not that I'm complaining; he killed one last time (seriously).

Later that night as I was telling him "The Story of Little Guy's Day", which is part of his bedtime routine, I got to the part about going out to see the chicks.

"So Mama picked up a chick and gave it to Little Guy, who had to be very careful. It was soft and, well, what DID it feel like?"

He looked at me solemnly with those big 2 year old eyes and said "Chicken nuggets."

2 comments:

tinylittlemama said...

That's hysterical! You could send that one to Reader's Digest.

familyofblessings said...

That's just how my kids feel. They started announcing that about 2 years ago when we received an order of about 75 chicks for some friends and were keeping them for a week or so and every time they'd look at them, they'd talk about the chicken nuggets inside.