Elyssa and I had a little discussion on just what exactly, I was allowed to feed the chickens. It went something like this:
"But mom," she said "It has cream of chicken soup in it."
"So what! Just take it out." I told her.
"But mom, they are not cannibals!!!!" she informed me rather passionately. I countered with "Yes they are, they eat their own eggs, they don't care!"
"But mom, EGGS are not chicken!" I started getting agitated "Yes, they are!" ah this was not going in the right direction. "But mom, there is no rooster, so it is not chicken yet..."
(Oh, I clearly thought that she was still my baby girl but, I was sadly mistaken. She quite assuredly knew more about reproduction than I thought.)
Once again I countered, "I am going to ask a question. I am a human woman and I have eggs inside me. Does that not make my eggs human tissue? Even when there is no rooster around? aka daddy." she answered with a timid "yes" "Alright." I said, "a chicken egg comes from chicken tissue, therefore it is chicken!"
Booyah!!! I win!
Ok, I did not say that last part but I thought it...
Needless to say she had nothing more to add to her argument. And I will feed them all the table scraps I want, chicken included! Because from table scraps, come big, beautiful eggs for my breakfast plate.
Mental Health Awareness Week (MHAW),
3 weeks ago