So last night I took the kids to Fred Meyer (as I often do) to do some much needed grocery shopping. Since it was around dinner time, I decided I would get them each a corndog from the deli - a special treat for them - and in turn it keeps them quiet, so it works out being a special treat for me as well.
When we get to the deli, there stands a group of grungy teenage boys, all decked out in black tight pants, and dirty stringy hair and coats that have been "Sharpied" up the yang. And all I can think to myself it, I hope to GOD that Andrew doesn't ever go through this phase. I hope to GOD he always values a good shower. But anyhoo...that's not my point.
One of the boys had a mohawk. It was red and orange and shaggy and nasty. But a mohawk, none the less. Alivia spots this boy and gets VERY excited and says in her teensy baby girl voice, "Oh, HI CHICKEN!"
I about died.
From laughter.
The boy didn't seem to notice. He stood there with his dirty germ infested friends and ordered one eggroll and counted out his $.54 in change and then started to slowly walk away.
And what does Alivia do?
She politely yells "BYE CHICKEN, BYE!!!"
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