I mucked out the chicken pen yesterday.
After one of the wettest Mays on record, it wasn't pretty.
But it brought back a memory that made me smile ...
My niece, jenna, was learning to talk.
One day she came up to me and asked "Do we have any chicken muck?"
(she couldn't yet say 'chocolate milk')
So when my daughter wanted to borrow my shoes,
I said "I don't think you want to, honey ... they've got chocolate milk all over them!"
