I was really tired the other night, so my husband brought home a cooked chicken from the market. I don't often buy them like this, but it must have been longer than I thought since we had a whole chicken. (We usually have so many around the table that I get pieced chicken or at least cut it in pieces to cook it; we need more than one most times!)
Well, this cooked, whole, still together chicken was unceremoniously dumped in a bowl and was being passed around the table when my #2 son caught a glimpse of him from the bottom up.
"Whoa, mom, that chicken was really HUNGRY!"
"Yeah, there is NOTHING in its tummy!'
We could not stop giggling through the whole meal!