Man kids say the funniest thing. Eli especially. I don't know where he comes up with the stuff he does but it leaves us all laughing until we can't breath. Once again supper seems to be his comedy hour as we are a captive audience.
After this evenings' 92 degree scorcher of a baseball game we came home to have a chicken dinner. (Can you tell food consumes their/our lives?)
For some reason I'm not clear on, Eli began playing with his fried chicken. Usually it disappears before you have your first bite swallowed. As he is sitting there having his chicken dance across the plate these are his comments, "Oh chicken lives! It is dancing, dance, dance. (Much singing ensues and then) Oh No! (gun noise) Chicken dead, time to eat!"
What can I say boy humor is weird.
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