"Is that chicken pizza or human pizza?"
Said to my "spare kid" about a stack of Domino's boxes on the counter. He works at Domino's and brings home burned pizza, never-picked-up pizza, and the other half of employees' pizzas that they didn't finish.
Chickens LOVE pizza -- especially...
Upon hearing a thunk when the jacket I was removing hit the side of the washing machine. "Oh. I have an egg in my pocket."
Fortunately, the egg was uninjured.
Um. This morning I scolded the 13yo for dumping the plate of sweet potato peelings I'd meant to give to the chickens this morning when he did dishes after dinner last night.
I spend YEARS trying to get kids to scrape plates instead of leaving them for the next kid's turn. He actually does it...
"Is that human pizza or chicken pizza?"
My spare kid is a shift supervisor at the local Domino's. He brings home leftover, burned, never-picked-up, and mis-made pizzas from time to time. The mis-mades and the not-so-burned ones are for us. The others are for the chickens. Chickens LOVE pizza.