Chicken, Chicken and more Chicken

Chicken can be defined several different ways.
For example, someone could dare you to jump off a bridge, you don't accept the challenge, and said person could taunt you, calling you "chicken, chicken, bock, bock, bock, chicken".
Chicken is a barnyard animal that lays eggs and also my choice of lunch and dinner here lately.
Also, most of you know that my brother-in-law raises chickens and has laying hens.

At the Butler Manor, we discuss chickens, mainly when I'm cooking breakfast.
It's Saturday, I'm cooking the last of the breakfast, called the man to the table SEVERAL times, all three of the girls are sitting quietly, sorry I was dreaming, all of them were talking non-stop, two of them looked like they had just gotten out of a chicken nest and smelled like a pig pin.
I hear:
Alyssa: No it don't
YARM13YOL: Yes it does, meemaw said so.
Taylor: I don't think so.
Me:What are yall talking about?
YARM13YOL: Meemaw said all food has salt in it. So this egg already had salt in it before you cracked it.
Me: Um, I don't see how.
YARM13YOL: I want to know what the chicken does to get the salt in the egg before she lays it.
Remember, she's only smart once a day, and recently she brought down her A in math to a B because she feels it's better to have a B than an A. She's smart that way. Ask her.

Please form a single file line. Everyone will get their chance to be me, but only one at a time.

Sunday. I'm putting things back in the refrigerator, because I cleaned it. Why? Well, um, I pulled out a drawer and saw this long black thing under it. Creepy, right? Nope. It was a brand new sharpened pencil. I know, what the heck? Maybe I hide all the pencils from the kids while I sleep walk and mess up their rooms, wear all their clothes, and use up all the dishes. Just something I like to do in my spare time. Seriously, I can't explain the pencil.

Back to story...
I bought a 30 pack of eggs (I did some baking this weekend), the package was the Styrofoam on bottom with a paper crate top.
Taylor: Hey, Kaye kaye,. come here.
Me:ok (she opens the door to the fridge and points at eggs)
Taylor:What kind of eggs are those? I thought these looked like chicken eggs. That was funny wasn't it?
Me: Um, Taylor, those are chicken eggs.
Taylor: For serious?
Me: Pretty serious.
Taylor: Okay

Okay. I'll let you all be me two at a time, I want as many as possible to experience my life.

Taylor has two new friends that are twins. She's talking to them right now and it is so fun to sit here and listen to her talk to them. Their names are Reba and Peachie. It is so funny.
Example
Tim: I sure am glad ya'll go to school Monday.
Taylor to Reba/Peachie: Dang, I've got to go to school. Do ya'll?
She starts to giggle...
I said...Taylor, you have classes with them.
Taylor: OH MY GOSH, I can't believe I said that!
She dies laughing, so do the twins, me, basically, we all laugh.
Blonde moment.