Poor Chicken

We spent the weekend in Mom and Dad's place because it was Dad 50th birthday.  I love staying there.  For one, I miss my family: Mom, Dad and Sissy and second, it's just great having to go through a day with lots of people taking over my crazy kids. So while we were there, I sneaked off and did my grocery because I seldom do that at the moment.  I had to endure hub's grocery shopping disasters for quite some time now.  And boy was I itching to do it my way.  

Aaaanyway, Dad has this habit of handing his pets to my kids.  And Kliven had his own fair share.  It was Kliven's first real encounter with this feathery creature and I must say, he was amused.

 So amused that he grabbed that poor chicken's neck while the poor thing hanged on to dear life.  Its neck was like stretching... and stretching.  I was mortified to say the least. 

 I imagined Kliven snapping off that chicken's neck while blood was ooozing like some kind of twisted horror movie.  The thing with kids is that they just clamp their hands shut when they're into something and I had to pry his little fingers off the chicken.  Thankfully, the chicken was alive with no bruises and a tremendous shock to last his whole lifetime.  No more chicken handling for you Kliven! ; p