We were eating leftover black bean and rice soup, chicken, and zucchini for dinner. Faelan fed some soup to his little wooden bus driver: "Driver eat it! Oh no! On table! Driver lick it!" Then he pointed to a little curl sticking up out of a big piece of chicken: "Oh no! Crying baby! Crying baby!"
"Oh, that chicken is a crying baby? Why is the baby crying?"
"Milk!"
"He needs milk?"
"Yeah!" So another piece of chicken comes and give the baby milk. "Crying baby!"
"Now what does the baby need?"
"Chicken!" So we feed the baby some chicken. (Cannibalism! Ew!) Faelan points to another piece of chicken. "Crying daddy! Crying daddy!"
"Oh really? Why is the chicken daddy crying?"
"Milk!"
"Do daddies drink milk?"
"Yeah!"
"...mommy milk?"
"Yeah!"
"Really? Oookay." So a third piece of chicken gives the daddy chicken some ... chicken milk? I seem to recall that some of the chicken family also ate zucchini, but my recollection is becoming confused.
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