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December 1st, 2004 · 3 Comments

Last night I was getting some good play time with my boys. That is when I ran across this on the playroom floor. I began to think, if only this chicken could talk. What would he think if she saw a chicken this big?
Imagine this:
Farmer: I need to up production..I need 1/2 dozen..gargantuan grade a eggs by sunrise tomorrow
Chicken: Please Mr. Farmer…no..that is too much..too big.
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Admittedly I am a bit “off the hook” with this whole entry. But laugh along with me if you will. The role play continued with this photo.
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I was thinking..how much work Noah coulda got done if he had a John Deer and some decent tools. That Ark would be floating today.
I think for now on..I will bring photos for Wednesdays..I have a whole series of ideas with Play Doh. And who knows what Santa will bring me the boys. I love having kids.

Tags: little people

3 responses so far ↓

  • 1 teresa // Dec 1, 2004 at 9:14 am

    big brother, i worry sometimes are the boys really getting to play with their stuff or is daddy hording it all for himself!!!! you have always been a child at heart and my prayers are you will always stay that way. too many children miss out on a good childhood due to the fact their parents grow up way too soon , but i know my beautiful nephews will always have a playmate . yet a stable upbringing due to the fact mom is there to insure that !!!! lol i love you all and keep on playing . but share cause remember santa is watching !!!!

  • 2 jon // Dec 1, 2004 at 12:45 pm

    Who needs drugs when you have an imagination like that. Expand your mind…dude

  • 3 Princess Kimberley // Dec 2, 2004 at 12:37 pm

    *gasp* OK, that was twisted, even for my warped brain. Ofcourse, last night, I was watching the “Rudolph” special (not sure why, I don’t have kids), and couldn’t help but notice that the elf who wanted to be a dentist was GAY, and they murdered that poor flightless bird, by dropping him from Santa’s sleigh, without an umbrella. All the other misfit toys got an umbrella to parachute down. Poor birdie.

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