We are roasting a whole chicken for dinner tonight. I walked into the kitchen for a moment and the chicken was lying out on the counter. Jordan excitedly told me "Hey Mommy! That chicken dead."
Me: You're right, Buddy. It is dead.
My thoughts: Wow. Disturbing.
Dave began tying the chicken's legs with a piece of string.
Jordan: Hey Daddy! That chicken dead.
Dave: Yep, it's dead.
Jordan: What you doin?
Dave: Tying it's legs together.
Jordan: You tyin his legs together?
Dave: Yep.
Jordan: (pause)... Oh... So he can't run?
Gotta love the way kids think ;)
