Carter and I were making his bed today and we found a random feather in his sheets. It was one of those fake feathers, but still I have no clue where it came from.
Me: "Carter, where'd this feather come from?"
Carter: "Huh. Umm. I don't know? Maybe there was a chicken in my bed?"
Yep, that was probably it. A random chicken sleeping in Carter's bed. I still laugh thinking about it. How random.
FYI-the feather was gray. if that matters.
3 comments:
He's awesome!
So, an aging chicken then.
That's a riot! Love those little thought processes and their results! (Sorry about the moniker on my comment - anytime I'm signed in to blogs so I can comment it comes up like that. I set it that way for commenting on the twins, etc.)
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