Dinner is never that great when all your five year old wants to talk about is how they kill the chicken...if the chicken was a boy or a girl....why we only eat girl chickens...what part of the chicken...what they do with the rest of the chicken...how they get rid of the feathers...and how they peel the skin off. Sick....
And -- he broke his arm.....again. To be honest, it's not so bad the second time. The second elbow in the middle of the forearm is not quite as traumatic when you know that it really can heal and be as good as new. Both arms have now been broken...hopefully we are done.
