It's over a week past the 2016 presidential elections. This morning, at 5:00 am, both Chicken and I are laying on the couch, sick, still trying to fully wake up. I don't think I've said a word yet, just sitting in a daze.
Out of the blue:
Chicken: Mom...are Hillaly Clinton and Donald Twump weal life?
Me: Wha.....Huh??
Chicken: Are Hillaly Clinton and Donald Twump weal life.
Me: Uh yeah...they are in real life. (Unfortunately, I add to myself).
Chicken: Do dey go to church?
Me: Um....uh, well, yeah I think they might sometimes....why?
Chicken: I don't tink dey do.
Me: You don't? How come?
Chicken: Because dey are being mean! Dey don't know about Jesus. If dey did knowed about Jesus dey would be nicer and wouldn't be so mean.
Me: Well....You have a valid point there, buddy.
From the mouths of babes. The things that mull around in these little minds!!
*note: I didn't know the four-year-old had a clue about any of this madness. The only conversation Daddy and I had about any of this around the kids was over a week ago, after Edee (the-five-year-old) had come home from school after election day upset about the results (I also had no idea they talk politics in kindergarten. They sure do, rather intensely if you ask me. Eyes opened; and so much for keeping my kids ignorant of such things so young)!
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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