Strange Bird

Every week, as we drive to Mothers' Morning Out, Eli and I pass through the intersection the "Big Chicken" calls home. (If you're not familiar with Atlanta/Marietta history, the Big Chicken is a large structure atop a KFC at the intersection of Roswell and Cobb Parkway. You might often be given directions that include this landmark if you are traveling through Marietta, Georgia.) Eli loves the bird, and he especially likes it when we get stopped at the red light because then he is able to admire it for some time. It is because of the Big Chicken that Eli first learned, and repeated, what a chicken says (cluck, cluck). This last week he learned a new trick...or at least he thinks he did. The chicken's eyes continuously rotate in circles. As we stopped at the red light last Friday, we had a great view of the revolving eyes, and I asked Eli if he could see the eyes. Of course, he forcefully poked his own closed eye. (Hey, at least he's learned - finally - to close his eye before he pokes it. Why he can't just point to it, I don't know.) Then I told him to look at what the chicken's eyes were doing. "Isn't that silly?" I asked him? To this, Eli responded by squinting his eyes very tightly and grinning. Now every time you ask him what the chicken's eyes do, he makes this same expression. (I can only assume he thinks by doing that he is replicating the circular motion of the chicken's eyes.)

Side note: As I type, Lehr is putting Eli to bed and the giggles coming from the other room are absolute music to my ears.