The Hard Facts of Life... and Death!

I don't normally buy whole chickens... normally my "chicken of choice" is skinless, boneless breasts. However, the cost of those at Walmart was appalling yesterday, so I bought two whole chickens. So far, so good. It was when I pulled one out of the bag to cook it that we ran into problems...

Bekah: "What is THAT?"

Mommy: "A Chicken."

Bekah: "Oh, poor chicken. Did they kill it?"

Mommy: "Yes."

Bekah: "NO! I don't want them to. I am not going to eat it."

Mommy: "Why?"

Bekah: "Because that was probably someone's pet, and they are going to miss it."

Mommy: "No, some people just raise chickens to eat."

Bekah: "Well, who is going to take care of the baby chicks?"

Mommy: "She probably didn't have any chicks."

Bekah: "I still won't eat that!"

Mommy: "Rebekah, you eat chicken all the time. You had chicken nuggets yesterday."

Bekah: "I like the way it tastes, but I don't want them to kill them!"

Mommy: "Well, you kind of have to kill them before you eat them."

Bekah: "I'm going to get all of the chickens of the world and keep them safe so they can't be killed."

Mommy: (laughing, but trying not to) "Oh, really?"

Bekah: (on the verge of a hysterical breakdown) "Yes! I am going to save them!"

This sort of conversation went on for quite some time... at one point she insisted that I should bury the chicken. It ended with her laying on the couch, saying "It can't be!" over and over. When I called her for breakfast, she hollered "I am not going to eat that chicken!". Meanwhile, Philip rewrote one of Rebekah's school songs for the occasion. He was singing, "Oh who can make the chicken? I'm sure I can't, can you? Oh who can make the chicken? No one but God, tis true!" :) Just another day in the life of the crazy Brewster bunch!