More chocolate

While in the car, Clara was singing one of her made up gibberish songs.  Suddenly, we heard "la da doo de more chocolate laa deee dooo."  Dru and I looked at each other and said simultaneously, "Did she just sing 'more chocolate'?"  That's my girl!

Slight misunderstanding

Fin misunderstood me twice today with quite funny results...

Fin (running in from finding an egg in the chicken pen): Mommy!  I found another egg!
Me: Great job!  Did you find it in the roost or on the ground?
Fin: Mom, we don't have any roosters, only chickens.  Silly mom!

Later that day.....

Fin (coming in after helping Dru set gopher traps): Hi, Mom!  What's for dinner?
Me: Spanish chicken.
Fin: Smashed chicken?  Oh, just like we smashed that gopher out there!

UH ice cream?

Clara was making an obnoxious noise and it was driving Fin crazy.  Finally, in an effort to completely distract her, he asked, "Baby?!?  What is your favorite ice cream?"  Clara stopped making the obnoxious noise and started thinking out loud, "Uhhhhh, uhhhhhh...."  Fin interrupted and said, "Your favorite ice cream is UHHH? Can you put chocolate on that?"

Chicken story

Dru was outside with the kids the evening we got our new chickens while I was inside making dinner.  Fin suddenly burst through the door and hollered, "Mom, do we have any chicken stories?"  Before I could answer, he ran into his room, grabbed something, and was headed back out again.  "Fin, wait!  What did you get?"  "A book!  The chickens want to hear a bedtime story, Mommy!"  A minute later, Clara ran in, grabbed a book from her room, said, "I need to read the chickens a story, too, Mommy!" and ran back out again.  They love our new chickens!

Smelly Dad

Dru got home from work and was trying to cuddle with Fin on the couch.  Fin kept getting up and walking away.  Dru finally said, "Fin, why don't you want to sit with me?"  Fin answered, "Because you smell SO bad!"