Today at the grocery store Ruthie was fixating on poultry.
â€œI WANT CHICKEN!â€ she would say emphatically in the produce section.
Up the cereal isle, â€œI WANT CHICKEN!â€
Down the diaper isle, â€œI WANT CHICKEN!â€
In the frozen section, â€œI WANT CHICKEN!â€
You should have heard her when we actually hit the meat department. There was bouncing and pointing and oh my lord the â€œI WANT CHICKEN! ITâ€™S OVER THERE!â€
In leaving the meat department for the dairy isle there was crying and â€œI WANT CHICKEN!â€ through her sobs.
Iâ€™m not exactly sure what her deal was — itâ€™s not like Iâ€™ve been holding out on her. We live in a very poultry-friendly home.
She paused briefly in the checkout line to exclaim, â€œI WANT TREAT!â€ as we passed by the Snickers display, but then resumed the chicken chant all the way home.