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Literally Literal

A recent homework assignment...kind of speaks to my son's literal view of the world - as well as his love of chicken.

Likely not what the teacher has in mind - but all the answers are 'correct'.

The Night Walker

Giant steps are what you take
Walking on the moon
I hope my legs don't break
Walking on the moon
We could walk forever
Walking on the moon
We could be togetherWalking on, walking on the moon
- Sting

My son has developed a new habit.  He likes to walk by the light of the moon...or by the light of municipally supplied street lights - depends on the cloud cover.

"Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!  We're going for a walk now!"

Going to for a walk at night typically isn't optional.  My son knows what he wants.  And besides if you're presented with a kid who already has all his stuff on and is ready to go - it's really hard to say no.  I only put my foot down when it's raining.  I don't like walking in the rain.

I enjoy my night walks with Nicholas.  And it's always just me and him.  Mommy doesn't get invited to these night sojourns.  This is just me and my son - and it's time with him that I really enjoy.  He seems to find the darkness relaxing (that's and he likes messing around with the flashlight we bring) and I find it to be a really good time to just talk to my son about whatever he wants to talk about.

We talk about school - and why he finds it challenging at times.  We talk about what ultra rare moshling he would like next.  We talk about chicken.  We generally just talk about life in general.

For whatever reason - night is just a really good time to talk with Nicholas.  Day time discussions just seem to annoy him at times - he's a busy guy...with a lot to do - and who has time to slow down and chat about stuff?  But night? Totally different story.

He opens up to me and tells me things.  And I open up to him and tell him things.  We have a lot in common.

Our walks typically end up with us going to the park.  I'm not big on going to the park at night - but it's fairly well lit, and there are a lot of people walking by - so it's likely pretty safe.

There are also other people in the park at night sometimes.  Sometimes these people are teenagers with punk style hairdos.  Nicholas likes to talk these people for some reason.  He asks them what they are doing in his park at night and would they please recycle their empty bottles?  He also tells them that he really likes their 'cool hair'.  The punk rockers seem rather amused by the precocious little kid so they engage him in conversation.  They never say anything rude of mean to him - which is a good thing.  Daddy is standing by with a heavy duty Mag-Lite flashlight just in case some punk gets out of hand with his son.  :)

I'd prefer that he not talk to strangers - and as far as I know he doesn't all that often.  But then again - Nicholas is always with someone who has his back...so I suspect he knows that it'll all be good.

I really enjoy our nighttime walks.  And I really enjoy our nighttime chats.  He's getting older - so I'm hoping to get some good chats in now before he decides that I'm too old to talk too.  But I know I always be cool enough to talk to.

I'm the guy who makes the chicken....and holds the key to more Moshis.

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Chicken Rascism

More chicken....but it's the wrong color.  My son is a chicken racist.

He doesn't want white meat...he wants drumsticks.

"I'm not fooled!  Those aren't drumsticks!"

"Drumsticks drumsticks drumsticks!!!"

"Drumsticks - 1, White meat - 0!"

Sigh....he hasn't even tried it yet.  Pretty sure there's no hope for humanity at this point.

Not when we can't even get past chicken racism.

Forget you little man - I'll eat yours then!

The Chicken Toss

Ok - so you've all had an opportunity to vote on today's awesome blog posting.  And since I love democracy as much as the next guy - this too will be a chicken themed post.  And that's good.  Everyone loves chicken.  Some more than others...

Oh - and before I get into it....just thought I'd share this with you.  It's been clinically proven that your chances of dying are greatly reduced when you share my blog with someone else.  And your life style is greatly enhanced when you visit one of the advertisers on the right hand side of the page.  Go ahead...you don't wanna die do you?  I'm sure you were raised to share....so do it!

By now you are all well acquainted with the fact that my son (aka "ChickenManNicholas"...or "The Chickenator" as he prefers) is rather found of Daddy Chicken or just chicken in general.  Seems a lot of you are as well based on the traffic that that one post has received.  Lisa....have you actually made it yet?  

It would seem that sometimes a fondness for something can turn into an outright addiction....and the realization that not only is chicken tasty....it can on occasion fly too.

Last week I made chicken.  No surprise there - I make a lot of chicken.  It's a popular request in this house - and I'm happy to make it because it means my son is eating something that is homemade.  How can this ever be a bad thing?

Generally - there are 10 drumsticks in a package of chicken....and you have to move fast if you want more than one serving.  My son moves fast.

Last week - after he scarfed down 4 drumsticks he ran back to the kitchen to score some more.  No surprise there really....and it's to be expected actually.  I had already had two....and Mommy hadn't gotten to it just yet.  So....that's means there is 4 left sitting on the counter.

I was not even surprised to hear the "oh la la!  More chicken for me!" sound coming from the kitchen.  It's a nice sound.

Shortly after that comes the pitter patter of little feet (ok - more like stomp stomp) running through the living room.  There's a little boy with two drumsticks in each hand hauling ass through the room.  He thinks the faster he moves...the less likely we are to notice that Mommy isn't getting any chicken tonight.

"Hey man!  What's going on?  Why are you taking all the chicken?"

"I dunno."

"Well....don't you think it might be nice if Mommy got some?"

"Maybe."

"So...how about it?"

"Ok."

And then Nicholas proceeds to toss two drumsticks at me while I'm sitting on the couch - and then he takes off.

Word to the wise - I'm not making BBQ chicken anymore....the sauce isn't all that easy to clean off the couch....or my arm....or the floor.  The baked chicken with the Shake 'n Bake knock off coating is an easier clean.