At dinner tonight, it was just the two youngest and myself. Actually, for a while, it was just Chicken Noodle Butt and me. We were eating chicken, rice and corn and he mixed it all up saying he’d made a casserole. Yup!
Then, the conversation turned…and I quote:
Him: “Aunt Hope, did you know if you eat chicken you get the chicken pox?”
Once I stopped choking on my food from my laughter, I replied, “You don’t get chicken pox from eating chicken. Actually, it has nothing to do with chicken.”
Him: “Then what does it have to do with?”
Me: “It has to do with small blisters all over your body. But nothing to do with chicken.”
Him: “Oh! I know! It has to do with chicken beaks.”
I’ll admit it, I’m puzzled by now. Until he says, “That’s why it’s called chicken pecks!”
Ah, the mind of a five year old!