Thursday, October 14, 2010

Real Chicken

My five year old daughter was sitting at the table, eating some chicken wings when it finally dawns on her:

"Daddy, do these chicken wings come from the kind of chickens that goes BOK! BOK! BOK!?

Hardly containing my laughter, I answer, "Yes, they are from those kinds of chickens".

"So these are really their bones?? Why do we eat the chickens, Daddy"?

Because we like the way they taste. Why else?

My daughter hardly eats meat as it is. Now that she knows that chicken really comes from-- well -- chicken . . . I think she's going to end up being a vegetarian.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Too Smart for Me

My son wanted to sign up and create his own login account on Cartoon Network.com. But, he needed an e-mail address to use during sign-up. So, he asked me for mine.

Son: Dad, what's your e-mail address?

Me: Why do you want to know?

Son: I wanna sign up so that I can log in and keep my profile on Cartoon Network games.

Me: Am I going to get any spam after you sign up?

I was expecting to stump him with my question.

But instead, my nine year old son responds with:

Nope. You won't get any spam. I read their Privacy Agreement.