Somewhere in the last few years Chicken number four has developed her own language, one that makes perfect sense to her but takes a highly trained ear to understand. Many times I have found myself in a situation where I have someone giving me a blank stare as chicken number four (here after to be referred to as CN4) is trying to tell them something. This situation has happened many times over where I am left listening to CN4 and translating for a person with, shall we say a not so trained ear. I as a mother of four chickens have been able to navigate through these situations with minimal problems but every once in a while I need to bring in re-enforcements. I find my most reliable re-enforcement to be chicken number two, (here after to be referred to as CN2) he being an author of his own language himself has a better understanding of CN4 than I do at times and so I find myself enlisting his talents often. Today was no exception...
CN4 came to me and asked "Mommy, whats dat ting on da table?"
"What 'ting' CN4?" (yes I do talk to them with their chicken numbers)
"Dat ting dat is on da table, next to dat odder ting."
"OH, 'dat ting'."
"yup."
I than realize I need to enlist the services of CN2 and call him...
"Chicken number 2"
"Yes Mommy?"
"What is CN4 asking me?"
CN4 than says to CN2 "Whats dat ting on da table?"
CN2 turns to me and says "She want to know if the balloon on the table next to your purse is for her to play with."
"You got all that from what she said?" I asked slightly impressed.
"Yup. Can I go now?"
SURE! Go in peace. I then turn to CN4 and tell her "Yes you may play 'wit dat ting'."
Its so very nice to have translators in your home, every family should have them.
May 17, 2010
May 4, 2010
the invension of the middle name
One of my chickens asked a good question today, one which in hind sight I should have had the answer to, but in my lack of answerness I was able to see the creative genius genes that I posses being passed down to my oldest child. Let me explain...
Today, Justin asked me a question. The question was simply:
"Mommy, why do people have middle names?"
I was stumped. Kinda caught off guard. What to say? What to say? Nothing was coming to me. What was happening? I began thinking to myself, "is this the end? have I lost it? where is the wittiness that my children have come to expect? Come to count on. WHERE DID IT GO??? Who am I? Where am I? What is the point of going on???" When I arrived on that last thought my daughter saved me. With a few short sentences she brought me back to reality.
"Mommy, I know" she said
"You do?" I asked tentatively
"Yup. Its cause a LONG time ago there was a Mommy who had a couple children. One day when they got in trouble she called there names. But the kids did not listen to her, so she made up a second name to go with their first name and yelled that. Then her kids came and listened to her."
Oh my purpose has been restored! I almost heard Handles Messiah playing in the back ground. It was like fireworks going off. Mission accomplished. Thank you Brittany for restoring my hope. I can sleep tonight. Life WILL go on.
Today, Justin asked me a question. The question was simply:
"Mommy, why do people have middle names?"
I was stumped. Kinda caught off guard. What to say? What to say? Nothing was coming to me. What was happening? I began thinking to myself, "is this the end? have I lost it? where is the wittiness that my children have come to expect? Come to count on. WHERE DID IT GO??? Who am I? Where am I? What is the point of going on???" When I arrived on that last thought my daughter saved me. With a few short sentences she brought me back to reality.
"Mommy, I know" she said
"You do?" I asked tentatively
"Yup. Its cause a LONG time ago there was a Mommy who had a couple children. One day when they got in trouble she called there names. But the kids did not listen to her, so she made up a second name to go with their first name and yelled that. Then her kids came and listened to her."
Oh my purpose has been restored! I almost heard Handles Messiah playing in the back ground. It was like fireworks going off. Mission accomplished. Thank you Brittany for restoring my hope. I can sleep tonight. Life WILL go on.