“WHAT is THAT Mammy?”
“What is what Sweetie?”
“What is THAT fing on the tray?”
“That is the chicken for Mammy and Daddy’s dinner tonight.”
“Dat is NOT a chucken. Chucken is white.”
“Chicken is white when it is cooked. This is a raw chicken.”
“Why is it not moooovin like?”
“Because it’s dead Baby.”
“Nooooooooo? Who kulled the chicken?”
“Erm, the Farmer killed the chicken so that Mammy can cook the chicken before I eat it.” (This may not end well…😥😥😥)
“But that Farmer should NOT kill his wee chuckens. That is NOT very nice.”
“But how would we get chicken for our dinner if the farmer doesn’t kill it pet?”
(Looks at me as if I’m the most intellectually challenged cretur on the planet…😅)
“You COULD just go to the shop and BUY chucken Mammy. Then the farmer could stop killing da wee chuckens and everyone would be happy.”
“Ok. 😐😐😐That’s a great idea. I’ll do that the next day.”
“Good Mammy… And if you see that farmer, sort him out. He shouldn’t be going around kulling his wee pet chuckens. That is not nice behaviour.”
(I wonder if I should tell her where Granda will be sending her buddies Ellie and JohnJoe next Spring? 🐮🐄🐮🐄🐮🐄😂😂)
#fml #iswineonatuesdayallowed
Oh boy Maria don’t tell her that yet. Maybe he’ll keep the 2 she likes. I had this talk when he took your Mom through hell with wanting to name a cow Lance and they waited for a boy to be born. She took a picture of Lance with his mom. I gave him the talk 2 years after that when he wanted another picture of what Lance looked like all grown up.
Laura
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