For days, Connor has been saying something that sounds just like “fried chicken.” It’s those exact words, but the context is all wrong, so I knew it couldn’t mean that.

This morning he was carrying around a small Magna Doodle Pro (one of those magnetic drawing thingies that gives you a clean slate with one swipe of the eraser bar). He would scribble something on, stop, try to erase his drawing, and then he would look at me and nod and say, “Fried Chicken!” Then he’d grin.

I couldn’t figure him out. Finally I said, “Fried chicken, Bo?”

He looked at me all confused and said, “No, Mamma. Fried Chicken!”

It was then that it hit me! “Try again?!”

“Yup, mamma. I fried chicken.”

So, if at first you don’t succeed, fry, fry chicken.

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