Fretful Porpentine: Our Son, the Carnivore

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Our Son, the Carnivore

Tonight, while sitting on the couch watching the Bear in the Big Blue House, Ben was working on his second drumstick when, without warning, he lifted his face to the ceiling and shouted exultantly through a half-mouthful of flesh and gristle:

Chicken!!

Posted by ksmoker on January 16, 2007 12:10 AM | Permalink

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woops deleted the comments...sorry about that.

Posted by: ken | January 26, 2007 7:57 PM

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