James has a chicken watch. A watch shaped like the body of a chicken. And it speaks to him. It tells him wonderful and awful things. Only he can hear the chicken, but he shares the chicken's thoughts with me regularly.James: Mom, my Chicken Watch said some great news!
Me: Oh really? What's that?
James: It says we have to go to St. George and play with Grandma Holly.
Me: It did?
James: Yep. I guess we'll have to go to St. George. I guess we will. 'Cause the chicken said we did.
1 comment:
That Jeesh...always saying the whackiest things...like he and Abby are walking to California.
Love and miss you tons - give the Monk's a kiss from their Aunt.
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