Chicken Nails

Last night we celebrated my mom's birthday at a Mexican restaurant. I read Thomas his options from the children's menu: Tacos and rice, rice and beans, cheese sticks and fries, or chicken fingers. At the suggestion of chicken fingers, he looked at me seriously and said, "Oh, Mommy, that would be owie!" I laughed out loud and explained, "No, Thomas, they're not real chicken fingers. Chickens don't really have fingers. But you're right: it would hurt to take fingers off of a chicken."

His meal came out and he was so excited, "Woohoo! My chicken nails! Woohoo! I like finger nails!"

What an appetizing meal. Next time I'll just call them chicken strips.