So, our little chickens are under the false impression that my toenails, when painted, are appetizing treats. I do NOT agree with them, after being the object of their enthusiasm a few times I am a little apprehensive to say the least.
Yesterday we were outside gardening and they were following us around. It sounded like this:
Me: "Noodle, if you peck my toes you are going to get a tune-up."
(We use the term tune-up when referring to spankings.)
Matthew: "Mama, how do you tune-up a chicken?"
No words, simply no words.
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