Once upon a time, Papa gave my little Butterfly a new nickname. I think it started because she was sitting on his shoulders and he teasingly munched on her legs saying "tastes just like chicken!" Later, he was chastised by another couple because she was running from him squealing, "no papa! I not chicken!" And this couple thought he was forcing her into going on a rollercoaster when she was scared. Nah, she just tastes good. So ever since, when Papa gets in the mood for chicken, she starts squealing. After that comes the running, chasing, tickling, growling and munching.
Shortly after, Ladybug got her nickname too. She's the shrimp but I couldn't tell you why. Possibly her tiny, shrimp like stature.
Their favorite is when Papa rolls them up tightly in a blanket and then devour his chicken burrito or shrimp burrito.
So yesterday, I was driving as we discussed what to eat for lunch. I growled that I was in the mood for chicken and the back seat began their customary squealing. I added maybe I would need a side of shrimp too and was answered with more squealing. And then Ladybug announced, "and the baby! You need French fry!"
Chicken, Shrimp and a French Fry. An excellent diet.
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