Flu bug. Monday morning I woke up with a horrible headache, body ache, everything, even my toe nails ache. I have a fever, and a sad "woe is me" kind of feeling in my tummy. Sigh.
So, feeling like I do, is it any surprise Max came to me and whispered, "Mommy, I think I made a mistake with the popcorn. Come see."? He didn't see that from head to toe he was a walking advertisement for the mistake he made. Kettle corn clung to every square inch of his clothes and cheeks. A trail led the way back to the kitchen and this:
A good mother, especially good and desperate, is a resourceful mother. And so I called for help: "Chicas! Chick, chick, chick! Chicas!"
All three hens like popcorn, but Rosie is the bravest about coming in to the house!