Little chickens
- Dad: Hello this is charles your father
- Me: Hi Dad. Checking out the internet again?
- Dad: Yes. I have 4016 emails
- Me: Wow. Don't click on any links, okay? Mom will KILL you if you infect her computer with something.
- Dad: Im looking at Alaska cruises.
- Me: Finally! You guys have been talking about that for ages
- Dad: There are problems. Handguns are not allowed. On the ship.
- Me: Do you really think you'll need it?? Just leave it at home!
- Dad: You never know, Jessica. Safety first
- Me: We'll talk about it this weekend.
- Dad: Jessica, do you like little chickens?
- Me: I like chicken, . . . what you do mean by little chickens? Were they premature? Is this like the time you tricked me into eating veal?
- Dad: No. We bought little chickens at the auction and I butchered them and they are tasty. Your mother wants to know if you want little chickens for Easter supper.
- Me: Maybe. But I'm going to need to know more about these "little" chickens. Sounds suspicious. :)
- Dad: Nothing wrong. They are very good. You are eating one if you like it or not. You will make mashed potatoes with the skins. Yes?
- Me: Yes, Dad. I'll make the mashed potatoes. Just the way you like.
- Dad: Good. I will wash your car! Thank you.
- Note: According to my mother, the "little chickens" are actually Cornish game hens.
25 notes, April 22, 2011
