rainbow colored chickens. They came kind of ratty looking but after a bath they looked like this.
We were told they came from
colored Easter eggs.
I believed it.
I believed it long past the early
years of gullibility.
I guess I thought they came from eggs like these.
My brother, Charlie, and I each
picked a color and those were the chickens we called ours.
I always counted to make sure
that "my color" covered the
After a few weeks their color wore off....
but by then so had our interest in them
and they went into the hen house.
I teach my grandchildren the same thing.
But they are all "onto" me.
How did today's kids get so smart? Hmmmmm.... So......do you think if I left these silk dyed eggs lying around (click on image for link)
the kids might think these hatched? (click on image for link)
Oh- yes- to be able to go back in time and believe in the unbelievable again. But...reality being what it is.... I now know what happened to those sweet little FLUFFED COLORED CHICKENS that I cuddled and loved.
People have asked me for MORE SWEET CHEEKS STORIES. While she is away this week I wanted to post one special little story that I had written down 3 years ago so I would remember it. It is an older story that
I documented for our family
but have not shared here.
It is one of the highlights
She got this outfit for Christmas
and the flamboyant style well suits her personality. Sorry for the poor quality picture this was BB (before blogging)
Here, for your reading pleasure,
is her "show"
First, she makes everyone take a seat.
We have to leave spaces for her
nvinclible invisible friends.
They get the primo seats
for some strange reason.
The ticket collector
SweetCheeks takes our tickets
and tells us to
"fahsten yoah seatbehlts".
I guess this is a show AND an
amusement park ride combined.
This is a one man child show here.
Wadies & Guntlesmuns.
Wewcum to da shohw.
Now I gonna dance and sing opuhrah.
I can't wait. I am already laughing.
MyHero has that "Oh-No-Not-Again" look.
Buck up buddy-this will be over before
you know it.
Jowly Ohld Santa Nicklus
floats toward us.
I am suffused with laughter.
The show comes to a screeching halt.
Thisss is NOHT a funnhy show, Nana,
Now-stahy in yoah seats and I gonna
hafta starht all ovehr again. Papa-Isss youhr seat-behlt still fahstened? Yep Noh-Isss noht! (big sigh) Fahssen it up pleahse! Papa scrambles to fasten his seat belt while SweetCheeks watches to make sure he does it right. I, meanwhile, am getting the stink eye for continuing to laugh. I squelch my laughter.
Dramatic sigh and arm across the brow
and the show resumes.
MyHero whispers out of the side of his mouth.
I can't wait for the intermission.
SweetCheeks glares and makes one more
Whew- Shoulda asked
for balcony seating. That was the day I think we knew what high entertainment she was going to be in our lives.And where was that darned video recorder when we needed it?