Finn, Niamh, and I were sitting around the table, eating chicken satay.
Finn said to me, "Mama, where does chicken come from?"
"A chicken," I responded.
His jaw hit the table. "WHAAAT?"
Then Niamh asked, "Where's the head?"
"In the trash," I replied (with a grin).
Again, from Finn, "WHAAAT?"
Should this be news that chicken comes from a chicken?
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love your family.
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