Chatting With Lexi: On Chickens
My wife and I switch off on bath nights, but tonight was my second in a row (which I was glad to do), and needless to say last night was no picnic. So, I had no real preconceptions about what tonight would hold, except to say that I figured it couldn’t be any worse than the previous night. I was both right and wrong.
I let the girls have their toys for the first time during my bath nights in quite a while and they were appreciative. However, their play time created a little lake on the floor, which didn’t please me, especially since some of the water made its way onto my pants. Yeah, not pleased. But the conversation, it was interesting as usual.
Lexi: Why is a chicken up first in the morning?
Me: That’s a rooster.
Lexi: But isn’t a rooster a symbol for a chicken?
Me: I heard no cymbals.
Lexi: No! Not cymbals. Symbols!
Me: Yeah, they make good noise, but I don’t see how you would strap them on chickens.
Lexi: No! No! Symbols! Symbols!
Me: I know, like chickens.
Lexi: Like roosters, right? Continue reading “Chatting With Lexi: On Chickens”

