It's back!

How times have changed, huh? My mother-in-law, a farm woman, had a story about DH when he was a tiny tot. It seems she had mentioned something one day about cooking chicken for dinner. The next thing she knew, there was two year old Bud standing at the back door, holding a dead hen by its neck. He proudly announced, "I knowed I could do it!" Those kids had no illusions about where food came from. :B

I'm sure his mom appreciated the effort but there followed an explanation about the difference between fryers and laying hens. :E