…told me this afternoon that I was ‘the butcher!’ I was slicing chicken for dinner tonight (teriyaki) and out he comes with that question. Oy! Where does he come up with this stuff?? I love the creativity. :) First he wants to know why the chicken has no head and how it died, now he assumes I’m the butcher. What a kid. :) Must be time for another visit to Tim’s farm…
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