This evening, just a little while ago, in fact, as I started to make dinner, Brice asked me what we were having. I told him it was chicken.
"What? Crummy chicken?" he asked as he ran off.
Wow, I thought, That was rude!
A few minutes later he came back and said again, "Mommy? Are we having crummy chicken?"
"Brice," I started. "That isn't nice. Mommy works hard to make you nice dinners. You shouldn't say ugly things about what I cook."
"No, Mommy." He answered. "I mean, are we having crummy chicken. The kind that you can break off the pieces and its crunchy and yummy..."
OHHHHH... He meant CRUMB-Y chicken! As in FRIED CHICKEN!
Sorry, Brice, it's just baked tonight! But now I understand what you are trying to say!
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