The three of us slept over at my parents house Saturday night. Sunday morning Lyla goes in to wake up Pappy. I'm in the kitchen pouring coffee....
Lyla: Mommy! Pappy says I am going to get to hold the chickens and he is going to cut their heads off!
Me: Oh. My. God.
Lyla: THEN we are going to pull out all of their feathers! And Grandma is going to stick them right in the freezer!!!
Me: Oh. My. God. Dad....
Lyla runs back into my dad's bedroom and says to my Dad:
Lyla: Mommy just said "Oh my God" (totally mocking me)
Dad/Pappy: You survived it - she will be fine!
Me: And I also have issues eating chicken that isn't boneless.... I wonder if there is some kind of connection there.....?
***Post Note - Mom has informed me that it was discussed and Lyla will not in fact be a part of the chicken massacre. Not this year at least..... :) ***
