|Nothing tastes better than something you made yourself!|
Rhiannon and I were playing in her bedroom a few days ago. I was eventually able to extricate myself from the Princess Diamond Pony and Velociraptor Adventures and went to sit down on the bed with a magazine while she continued playing. Not really watching her, I was a bit puzzled when she announces, "......and now we take the guts out."
At some point she had abandoned the plastic horses and dollar store dinosaurs and had taken my Svengoolie* rubber chicken (*sorry, a Chicagoland reference......BERWIN?!?), wrapped a hair band around it's feet, secure it to the bedroom doorknob and apparently was at the end of the butchering process. She had even gone into her bathroom to grab a pair of tweezers and was picking off the imaginary pinfeathers!
So I guess that my worrying about how she would take being around poultry butchering days when she was younger was all for naught.