Daniel: This chicken is really good. We haven't had baked chicken in a long time.
Ella: Yea, my dead chicken tastes good too.
Shortly after this conversation, Marybeth finished eating her chicken breast, and a few small bones remained on her plate.
Ella: What are those?
Marybeth: They're chicken bones. Your mom didn't give you any because she didn't want you to choke.
Ella: Oh. Well, I think that looks like a face bone. And maybe that's a leg or something.
Marybeth: Actually, I'd rather not personalize the chicken, or I'll start to feel bad.
1 comment:
Whats the deal with chicken? My daughter says this stuff too, cracks me up!
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