"Mommy, you're little...but you have really big teeth".
That's what our 3 year old told Mrs. Pheasantly Fascinating this evening while he was getting ready for bed.
She responded, "Okayyyy". Which I guess is better than "The Better To Eat You With" on account of nightmares and all, but that would have been my retort.
This site is dedicated to my fondness for fowl. Not in any way that requires years of therapy. It's not even my favorite meat. I just think it's neat. What can I say? I am easily amused.
Plus, it may have something to do with the fact that my first and middle names said together are a homonym of poultry (Paul Troy).
Plus, it may have something to do with the fact that my first and middle names said together are a homonym of poultry (Paul Troy).
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