Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Yesterday at Breakfast

I leaned over and mumbled to DH, "The roosters are getting frisky." He nodded. We ordered all pullets but have ended up with 3 roosters.

#3 overheard and very loudly said, "WHAT IS FWISKY?"

I just looked him in the eye and said, "Chicken sex."

He grinned HUGE and his eyes lit up. "Ohhhhh, that means more babies. Yahoo!"

that kid and babies.....

1 comment:

Jen B. said...

Ha Ha Ha! That is so funny.