Son: Dad, what day is it?

Me: 16.

Son: Mmm... chicken pretzels. I'm buying lunch!

Daughter: Oh yah! I'm buying, too!

Me: Seriously? Chicken pretzels? Isn't that gross?

Daughter: Dad, it's just chicken in the shape of a pretzel.

Me: Yes, that's exactly my point.

Comments

1. tana on 2008-12-19 05:22:52 wrote: ew…