Monday, March 5, 2007
Saturday dinner conversation:
Punkin, while eating a chicken leg: Why is chicken so full of chicken?
Me: Well, that's what chicken is - chicken.
Punkin: You mean this is a DEAD CHICKEN??
Me: (much later after her dad and I finally stop laughing): Um.... yes.
Punkin (throwing her chicken leg on the table): Gross! I'm never eating chicken again!
(We did explain that God gave us animals for us to use responsibly. We had left-over chicken for lunch Sunday and there was no comment - so I'm guessing this was a short-lived trauma.)
Posted by weavermom at 5:43 PM