I made chicken noodle soup after sledding last week. I was running around the kitchen getting drinks as everyone else sat down to eat. Suddenly, Chip called out that he needed his.. his… those things! The.. the..chicken pickers!
I stood rooted in the kitchen, trying to think of what he could possibly want as his desperation to be understood became increasingly obvious as he screamed out “THE-CHICKEN-PICKERS-I-NEED-THE-CHICKEN-PICKERS…”
It came to John and I at the same time. Chopsticks. The boy wanted the chopsticks that ne normally uses to eat his stir fried chicken with. And now, he also uses them to eat his chicken noodle soup.