As the four of us were enjoying chicken strips for dinner, my oldest asks,
"When do the chickens get to go somewhere else?"
"What do you mean?"
"When are they put back together?"
I get it, when do they move on to their next life, kind of like the way Savannah views moving from this life to Heaven.
"Uh, I don't know sweetie. Daddy knows a lot about chickens." (yes, I left out that many young chicks were the victims of Daddy's science endeavors.)
"Oh - pause - Were they scared?"
Clearly, she is on to the turning the chicken into a chicken strip.
"No, they really didn't know what was going on."
"Why?
"Chickens aren't smart like people. They don't think about everything like you do."
"Oh, Did it hurt?"
After successfully changing the subject, I could breath a sigh of relief. I hesitate to get into death or killing chickens with Savannah. She doesn't really understand what dead means. She just thinks that you get to move onto Heaven. Since Heaven is this wonderful place, she assumes she can take everything and everyone with her that she loves.
What to do with this girl? She is just too deep!
For those of you who were wondering, yes, Adeline ate the chicken and pumpkin bread for desert!
