Bobbi Porto Silkies and Araucana Bantams
in the night we visited. We were
laying there, having read our
stories, and talking about the day.
made her happy and what made her
sad that day. That night, she said,
"Mommy, I was not sad at all today,
was my favorite day today." That's
Caiti for my favorite part of the day.
was so soft and said
"cock-a-doodle-doo" to her. (3 or 4
times while she was holding him) I
asked her what color the chicken
was. Her reply was priceless. "Well,
Mommy," she said. "He was not
purple!" I laughed and said, "You
are right." Then she said, "He
wasn't blue either." I couldn't keep
from grinning. "Do you think
perhaps he was orange?" I asked.
"No." she said with definiteness only
possible in a two-year-old.
"He was Tomater. And I love him."