Chickens and Bridges

Over spring break, we were able to visit the zoo with my sister, her boys, and my mom. We had a perfect weather day there. The zoo has a portion with a barn that my boys always enjoy. Y’all already know what J asked the keeper about the Norway rat. He also tried to catch this

rooster. What a handsome rooster he was, too. It’s a good thing he’s also an agile rooster since he had to get away from J. That’s why this picture is so blurry — rooster was in escape mode and you can’t really blame him.

Anyway, my youngest son wanted me to take a picture of this

chicken. She was a pretty chicken, so I obliged.

Fast forward to a few days ago when we were flipping through the images from the zoo on my computer. “Look, E,” I said, “there is the picture of that chicken that you liked.”

“Oh, yes!” E replied enthusiastically, “that was the Hot Mama Chicken!”

Hot Mama Chicken? Where, I ask you, did he ever hear that?

In other news, J told me today that he couldn’t wait for his upcoming dentist appointment. “Why, J, are you so anxious for the appointment?” I asked. He replied, “Because of the girls who clean your teeth there. One day, I’m going to fall in love with one of them.”

(stunned silence on my part…or maybe I was silently screaming?)

Yikes. I’m going to not think about that bridge and my crossing it any time soon.

I hope y’all are having a good Tuesday!