Act IYesterday morning, our kitchen. Finn watches from his step stool as I put veggies and a chicken in the crockpot. We discuss dinner, how Finn should under no circumstances touch raw chicken, etc.
Act II
A few hours later, out for a walk
FINN: Go to the park!
ME: Yep, in a few minutes. We have to stop at the store for noodles first.
FINN: Noodles!
ME: Yes, noodles. For the chicken tonight.
FINN: Noodles for the chicken. Where the chicken?
ME: At home in the kitchen.
Act III
Back at home after the park
FINN: See the chicken!
ME: Okay, come out here and climb on your stool. There it is. Doesn't it smell good?
FINN: (saddened, horrified) NO! NO LIKE THAT CHICKEN!
ME: Huh? ... Ohhhh. Um. Huh. Honey, we don't have the kind of chicken that walks around. We just have a chicken for cooking. The noodles are to EAT WITH the chicken.
FINN: (after short pause for recovery) Go to hardware store!
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1 comment:
oh man. we have had some similar chicken communication breakdowns. good thing you understood! : )
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