Brian had this huge desire to make fried chicken on Sunday night. So we made it a family affair with my parents, Josh, Abby and Elliette coming over. I made bread, mashed potatoes and a family corn side dish favorite and Brian whipped up some delicious fried chicken.
The kids also loved it. It's so funny, I think, that as a child most kids love the chicken legs. I remember just adoring KFC fried chicken legs (a thought which now kind of makes me gag). But then something happens as adults, and we mostly move on to preferring white meat. Some strange maturing thing I guess. Anyway, I digress. Point is, the older boys love the legs.
We had plenty of leftovers, so I was warming that up for dinner for them last night. Here's how it went:
MOLLY: I have legs and wings, what do you guys want?
NOAH: I want a leg. No, I want two legs!
CALEB: Me too, I want a leg and a wing and a bra.
MOLLY: [Quizzical look] Did you just say you wanted a bra?
CALEB: Yes. You know, a bra. [Guesturing to his chest and making a triangle shape.]
I thought about this for a minute and then realized what he was saying.
MOLLY: You mean a breast?
CALEB: [who is already in fits of giggles...] Ohhh, yeaaaahh, a breast.
NOAH: [dying of laughter. simply dying.] HE SAID HE WANTS TO EAT A BRA!!!
Evidently, when you are a nursing mother, all of those things are the same to little boys. And so it must apply to chickens as well. So there is your funny image for the day. Picture a chicken running around with a little chicken bra on. I know it makes me smile.
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