Ari. My budding Dr. Doolittle.
Ari put a chair in front of the playhouse blocking the entrance to the playhouse porch. She designed it so that the chickens could get through and go on the porch, but our dog Carmen could not.
Don: That's really cleaver what you did with the chair Ari.
Ari: It's so the chickens can go in and Carmen can't bug them.
Don: I see that. Did you think of that all by yourself?
Ari: No, Midnight (the chicken) told me to do it.
Don: Really? Midnight told you? Now how could Midnight tell you to do that?
Ari: Ahh... I dunno? She just had a thought in her head.
Apparently both my kids are fluent in Chickenese.
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