I took Aubrey and Emma swimming this afternoon. After 4+ hours at the pool, they were exhausted and starving. I had to stop by the grocery store on the way home to pick up a rotisserie chicken. While we were standing at the deli, Emma asked, “Momma can I hab some chicken wit some bones in it?” (Translation: chicken wings.)
I got her a bag of wings and plopped her in the buggy so she could eat her snack. She had eaten two wings and was about to bite into her third when she looked up at me and said, “Did dey kill dis chicken or not?”
“Oh, they definitely killed it. ” I answered her.
“I don’t think you want to know.” I said as I pushed the buggy along.
“Oh, I fink I do.”
She ain’t hearing it from me.