Nearly-three-year-old, ten-month old and I are having lunch in a cafe which has chickens in a coop near where we’re sitting. Nearly-three-year-old is enjoying observing the chickens.
Nearly-three-year-old: “I like those chickens, Mummy.”
Me: “Yes, I like chickens, too. They’re nice, aren’t they?”
Nearly-three-year-old: “Where’s the door to the chickens?”
Me: “It’s over there, but only the cafe men and ladies are allowed in”.
Nearly-three-year-old: “Why, Mummy?”
Me: “Because they might come up to us and go PECK PECK PECK PECK PECK PECK PECK!!”
Nearly-three-year-old: “Silly Mummy. Chickens don’t talk!”