One Sunday Afternoon....

I just have to tell you all how much I love Kevin. He's such a funny guy...especially when he's low. We were sitting down to eat some leftover chicken from the night before and Kevin says, "If named our little boy chicken, we could say 'Hey chicken! Bock bock bock!' This was just the beginning of our bad name escapade. He also concluded that if we named our boy chicken, we could say, guess what? chicken butt! If our son, named Chicken, had offspring, we could call them chicken fritters. 

Or this conversation could occur:

Mom: "Okay kids, what do you want for dinner?" 

Kid 1: "BBQ Chicken!!" 

Chicken: "No!!"

Then, the conversation took an obvious turn to other forms of meat and "what if's." What if we named our little boy "Beef" you ask? Kevin's reply- We could send him to Mongolia, then we could call him Mongolian Beef!! Then, if we found him a wife named Cabbage, it'd be Beef and Cabbage! What if we named him Pork? If we named him Pork and he was fat, we could call him Pork Rounds, but on the contrary, if he was skinny, we could call him Spare Ribs. 

Yup, just a day in the life of Kevin. Gotta love how it all just makes sense....? No. Obviously, we are not going to name our poor little baby after any sort of meat. Just a normal Sunday afternoon. The end.