Morning, Y’all.
Being Beast’s mom (in the creative sense) means I have conversations with her often. Most of these Convo’s appear first on the Newsletter (on this website’s home page. Scan down because I created a big empty hole in the middle of the page I can’t seem to fix!) and end up on Beast’s FaceBook page .
Here is the latest:
Beast: (Sniffs) Smell chicken! (Races to kitchen) Writer has chicken!
Me: Yes. I’m preparing lunch.
Beast: Love chicken. Much chicken. More than 5 chicken!
Me: Nope. Only one chicken. Chicken and pesto on sourdough sandwiches.
Beast: Writer eats sand? Writer is stupid kit. What is pes-to?
Me: Basil, olive oil, pine nuts, and garlic.
Beast (Creeps close and sniffs) (Sneezes hard) (Backs away). Does not smell like blood and feathers and dead chicken. Smells bad. Like sick plants.
Me: It’s delicious.
Beast: Writer is stupid. (Plops down on kitchen floor) Want to hunt cow in Edmund’s car. Want … (Flicks ears) (Thinks) Want pes-to made with catnip! Catnip on chicken would be better than best!
Me: (Sighs) Here. A plain thigh from the roasted chicken.
Beast: (Eats chicken in one bite) Beast loves writer. But writer is stupid kit to eat stinky pes-to.
Hope you enjoy!
Faith