Today I picked up one of those rotisserie chickens at the store, (ok, I feel like I have to justify that statement--it was lunchtime, and freshly cooked, I was tired, I was weak and it was only $4.48, and hey, they're pretty good.)
Molly ate up both of the "drumsticks", or as she called them--the legs. The whole time she was eating, she was saying. . .MMMM. ..that's some good chicken.
A half an hour later, she comes to me and says Mom, can I have some more chicken? I said sure, I would get it after I finished putting Whitney down for a nap. Sooooo... 2 hours later, she finds her way back to me (I always manage to forget. . . hmmm, funny how that happens), holding the chicken package in her hand, and says, "HELLLLOOOO, bemember--she always says it that way:)--you were gonna get me some chicken? And this time, (as she begins to make a sawing motion on her body, with her eyes wide and crazy) I want the arm!!!"
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That's my kinda girl! We always examine the cartilage on the ends of the bones and wave at each other with the joints when we're finished with those chickens (yes, I buy them occasionally too.) (Did you know they go on sale late at night? Mmmmmm.)
Once I took my 7 year old to the meat counter and we just looked at all the weird stuff like tongue, tripe, feet (cut in cross-section--very cool!) etc. Makes for an interesting shopping trip.
Sometimes we troll Sam's around closing time to see if we can get a free one. I'm a breast gal, myself. Mmmmm...that's some good chicken booby.
I should probably not submit this comment. But, I will.
I LOVE roast chicken from the deli. It is the fastest alternitive to fast food in my house.
Cute story!
My almost-6-year-old gets so frustrated when I tell him I'll help him as soon as I get his baby brother down for a nap. Like you, I always forget what it is I promised, and it always makes him so "ignoyed" with me. And that roast chicken from the deli is SOOOOO yummy! To *&!@# with vegitarians.... I'm gettin' me a chicken arm!
When I go to Cafe Rio, I get the steak salad, but lately I've had to get it with two sides of steak because Rae & Em constantly badger me for "the bife" (they speak-a the spanish, you know). They always want more bife. I don't really blame them, it's good stuff. They're not as eager to try my tofu.
waving at each other with the joints, good chicken booby, and bife, I just love blogging. . .
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