I discovered a few weeks ago that I do a charming – most accurate, if I do say so- impersonation of a chicken. My kids shriek in anticipation as the tension builds, and then they double over in giggles with the climactic “bawk-bawk…bawk… BaGAAAAAWWWWK!”
I have since discovered that I can convey chicken emotions too. Last night, my emotional chicken made her debut.
Our family sat in chairs around a pool on the island, and I bawk-bawked myself and my wings and my chicken emotions all over that pool deck. They called out emotions, and I depicted them.
And I made them laugh until they were holding their sides and wetting their pants.
That was the best part. I can make them laugh.
(She’s still got it, folks.)