As a mom of many, I've heard myself say things to my children that I never thought would come out of my mouth.
"I don't care if the grocery cart tastes like donuts~stop licking it!"
"Wearing underwear is a given, not an option."
"Boys, you may NOT baptize Barbie in the name of the Father, Son, or Holy Ghost in the toilet!"
"Yes, that is a poo-poo floating in your bathwater, and no you cannot keep it."
Today we added another to list.
Matthew decided he wanted to start his own chicken egg business. He originally asked if I would order him 400 chicks. I said no. Because I'm mean that way. His dad told him he could buy some chicks with his own money. Because he's mean that way too. Since Matthew worked so hard to earn what little money he has, we thought that would be the end of it. Until he plopped $25 down on the counter of the farm store and asked how many chicks that would get him.
My little entrepreneur came home with 8 Rhode Island Red pullets, some change in his pocket, and a smile on his face.
Matthew wants to keep a close eye on his investment.
"No, you may NOT sleep in the stock tank with your chickens. And NO, Joel Salatin doesn't sleep with his either."
Never to be outdone, my granddaughters have taken a liking to chicken farming too. In their case, it's the 26 meat chicks that have captured their hearts.
Madison~"Yook, it's chickies! Are we gonna keep dem fo'ever?"
Me~"Just until they have to leave for freezer camp in a few weeks."
She may not have fully understood my meaning, but her little sister did.
I don't know about you, but I think chicken farming may be making a comeback.☺