A Little Chicken Love

chickenI love my little chicken.

I’ve been saving this pearl for Easter time.

The age old question came to the fore of almost 3’s thoughts.

Recently we were returning from dropping his brother at school.

‘Mum, where do chicken come from?’

‘Chickens hatch from eggs, sweetie.’


I got him buckled into his carseat and he said, ‘love you, Mum.’

‘I love you too, gorgeous.’

We drove towards home and talked about things we saw along the way. About 5 minutes later he asked in a puzzled voice, ‘Mum, where do egg come from?’

‘From chickens, buddy.’

This produced a quizzical look as it should. Now I don’t know about you but I found it difficult to go anywhere from there. I wasn’t prepared to have a discussion based on the findings of Aristotle nor am I a Science major. Noah’s Ark came to mind but I dismissed that instantly as well. Causality or circular cause and consequence are a little beyond his grasp at present.

Then we moved onto other questions of a similar nature. We had the seed/tree discussion as well as numerous animal examples. I must admit I was a teeny bit impressed with his ability to work out that my answers didn’t make sense. My eldest never went through this phase. I’m not sure if he is just the accepting type, has never pondered such a question or is a wise old soul who has it all sussed.

foghorn chicken hawk My two chickens are quite different and share a relationship not dissimilar to Foghorn Leghorn and Chicken Hawk. It’s a love/hate deal. I’ve watched my big school fella use a whole henhouse of patience and caring with his younger brother many times over. I’ve also seen him throw his hands in the air in disbelief.  Most of the time they are pals but, like any siblings, there’s those times when big and little don’t see eye to eye. Little wants to get his point across while big just thinks he’s a pesky pain in the rear.

While I ponder the ‘which came first, the chicken or the egg’ dilemma, I’m going to head back to the roost and peck at some eggs of the chocolate variety.

Happy Easter to all!

Love my evolving chickadee.

Images from: here and here.


I Love You, Peanut

Peanuts snoopy

There are several ‘terms of endearment’ that I use with my two boys. The most frequently used one is peanut.

Call me corny but I had to include the reference to Peanuts, the comic strip, in this post (I was a Snoopy fan as a kid). My relationship with my kids, at times, resembles that of Snoopy and Woodstock’s-they are an unusual duo but best of friends.

The use of the word peanut is not limited to being used in an endearing way, e.g. ‘I love you, peanut.’ It’s also used in a manner which suggests they are acting like a peanut. The derivative ‘nut’ is also used. ‘You’re nuts’ and ‘you’re driving me nuts’ feature ocassionally.

I’ll write more about terms of endearment in future posts. In the meantime I’d love to hear from you. What words do you use to express your sentiments to your kids?