"Mom? Can we get a chick-ten for our bact-yard?"
"No, Noah. We can't have chickens."
"Why not, Mom?" (Knowing full well that just around the corner from our neighborhood, there's an old, crumbly house that used to have chickens running out into the road on a daily basis. "The Chicken House" as we call it. And we just got back from visiting my cousin who also has chickens.)
"We live in a neighborhood, buddy. We aren't allowed to have chickens."
"But why not?"
"You have to live on a farm or somewhere that has a lot of land."
"But I could keep it in my room."
"Um...no. You definitely could not keep it in your room."
"I tould build it a house in the bact-yard."
"Rocket is in the backyard, bud. He would probably eat the chicken."
"We could build it in the FRONT yard..."
"We can't, buddy. We aren't allowed to have chickens."
"Mom, tould we MOVE to a farm?"
Laughing and not really knowing what to say at this point... "You never know, buddy. Maybe someday."
I have a feeling that this won't be the last I'll hear about getting a chick-ten.
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