My three-year-old was busy at his play kitchen with a skillet and some wooden fruit.
“Mommy, would you like some tasty chicks?” he called.
“Chicks or chips?” I asked.
“Chicks,” he replied.
“Chicks like…baby birds?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yes,” he answered. “Mourning dove chicks. You should taste them. They’re very tasty.”
“Thank you, but I’m not big into eating mourning dove chicks,” I said.
“But I cooked them very well,” he insisted. And then, to sweeten the deal: “They’re on gluten-free buns.”
Well, since he put it that way…
Imperfect Happiness 
You may just have the cutest 3-yr-old ever! 🙂
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🙂 It’s quite possible. But he does kind of weird me out sometimes. I mean, mourning dove chicks?
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I love the creativity though. You should have him draw you a mourning dove chick or point to one and see where he got the idea.
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