Yesterday I picked the kids up early from school. Cady had a follow up appointment with the podiatrist about her leg pain (have I told y’all about that yet?). I was kind of in a hurry because her appointment was at 4:10 and I had to have them back home, fed, dressed, and at the school for the PE program started at 6:00. Last time we were there it took longer than I expected so I was worried that we would really be pushing it.
It was just one of those days where I was on edge and pretty much everything they were doing was pushing my buttons. I snapped at them a couple of times about minor stuff that normally wouldn’t bother me. Of course all of that just made me feel like a huge asshole.
The appointment went really quick and we were out of there by a quarter after four. I decided to let them choose a place to pick up dinner to make up for my jerkiness. Of course they picked nuggets. Because isn’t that what all kids want every single time you take them somewhere to eat?
As we were driving to the restaurant I heard them talking in the backseat. I have no idea how this conversation started by the way, just fyi.
Cady: “Chicken nuggets come from dead chickens.”
Cady: “Yes they do.”
Bud: “No dey don’t.”
Cady: “Yes, the chicken we eat is dead chicken.”
Bud: “You wrong.”
Cady: “I’m not wrong. We eat dead chicken.”
Bud: “Nuh-unh. Momma Cady’s lyin’.”
Me: “No Bud, she’s telling you the truth. When we eat chicken that is from a chicken that used to be alive and was killed to make food.”
Bud: “No. Dat’s not right.”
Me: “Well Bud, where does chicken come from then?”
We never did convince him that the chicken we eat comes from a dead bird. Also? I really need to open them up to food besides chicken nuggets.