A little while ago I wrote a post about how Chicken will tell us that he's tired, followed with a declaration that it's Daddy's fault. Now all the sudden everything is adamently "Daddy's wault" anytime fault is mentioned (usually in jest). Of course I find this hilarious.
The other day Daddy found a way to use this to his advantage. He came sauntering downstairs with Chicken in tow.
Daddy: Hey Chicken, you're pretty cute.
Chicken: Yeah.
Daddy: Yeah, and it's Mommy's fault.
Chicken: No! Daddy's wault.
You can imagine that they both had smug little grins on their face after that.
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
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