How Exciting is YOUR Chicken Dinner?

Last night, I purchased a rotisserie chicken from Raley's for dinner. We've been working in the garden all weekend, and haven't had any time for, you know, cooking food. So I bought this chicken and brought it home to the troops.

We also watched Up together as a family, a first time for me, a repeat performance for everyone else. It just might have been the first time EVER that we watched a movie without having to shush people every few minutes, or settle "her-feet-are-touching-me" disputes, or pause every 10 minutes for some annoying reason. We watched, we enjoyed, it was great.

Mid-way through the movie, Lola whispered to me that she was still hungry and was there any more chicken? I told her to go help herself, and off she skittered. A few minutes later, she was back. In the dimly-lit living room, I could see the look of glee on her face. Smiling broadly, she showed me her plate, and pointed to the chicken she had served herself. The hole where the rotisserie rod had been was smack dab in the middle of her piece.

Lola, with breathless, whispered excitement: "Look, mom! I got the bullet hole!"

I'm not sure what it is about shooting her dinner that is so enthralling to her, but I'm thinking she may one day try her hand at big game hunting.

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Also overheard while the family watched Up: I mentioned to Rick that I wanted to pause the movie because I needed to go to the bathroom, and my little cartoon-voiced three year old squeaks: "I'll take you, Mama."

It's nice to know she's willing to help. Should I live long enough, I'm sure she'll get the opportunity. I wonder if she'll still want to help me then.

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