Sep. 25th, 2005
Chicken butt
Sep. 25th, 2005 06:58 pmDinner table...
Storm: Guess what.
Mel: What?
Storm: Chicken butt! Guess why.
Mel: Why?
Storm: Chicken thigh! Guess when.
Mel: When?
Storm: Chicken pen! Guess where.
Mel: Where?
Storm: Chicken hair!
Lorelei: Chickens are birds, they don't have hair.
Storm: Yes, they do. On their little, round, fuzzy chicken butts! (jumps out of chair and waves her butt at Lorelei)
Lorelei: I'm not hungry anymore.
Storm: Guess what.
Mel: What?
Storm: Chicken butt! Guess why.
Mel: Why?
Storm: Chicken thigh! Guess when.
Mel: When?
Storm: Chicken pen! Guess where.
Mel: Where?
Storm: Chicken hair!
Lorelei: Chickens are birds, they don't have hair.
Storm: Yes, they do. On their little, round, fuzzy chicken butts! (jumps out of chair and waves her butt at Lorelei)
Lorelei: I'm not hungry anymore.
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Sep. 25th, 2005 07:03 pmAt the mall with Storm... she wore me down after an hour of pestering. We're between candy stores when I pause to look at something.
Storm: Dad!! You're looking at girl stuff!
Me: I was looking for a present for Mommy.
Storm: Why?
Me: Our anniversary is coming.
Storm: Well quit, you're freaking me out.
We resume walking.
Me: Do you know what an anniversary is?
Storm: (thinks for a moment) Yeah, that's when grownups go somewhere together and smooch each other and get all kissy and (shrivels face into a yuck face, makes claw hands, and shudders).
Me: Not exactly. That's when we celebrate the day we got married on.
Storm: I know.
Me: Then we smooch and get all kissy...
Storm: Agh! Aaagh! Yuck! Yuck! (covers ears and assumes "duck and cover" pose)
Storm: Dad!! You're looking at girl stuff!
Me: I was looking for a present for Mommy.
Storm: Why?
Me: Our anniversary is coming.
Storm: Well quit, you're freaking me out.
We resume walking.
Me: Do you know what an anniversary is?
Storm: (thinks for a moment) Yeah, that's when grownups go somewhere together and smooch each other and get all kissy and (shrivels face into a yuck face, makes claw hands, and shudders).
Me: Not exactly. That's when we celebrate the day we got married on.
Storm: I know.
Me: Then we smooch and get all kissy...
Storm: Agh! Aaagh! Yuck! Yuck! (covers ears and assumes "duck and cover" pose)