Birds and Indians

I love being a parent!  There are just some things that are too funny to not write down for all of the internet to read.  So here was our pre-dinner conversation today:

Sarah:  Why is that bird like that [pointing to the roast chicken Ronnie was cutting up]? 
Chris:  Because that's what's for dinner.
S: Where did it come from? 
C:  Daddy went out and killed a chicken for us. 
S:  Daddy, did you bring us home a bird? 
Ronnie: Yes I did. 
C:  And he even went ahead and cooked it for us, Sarah.
R:  I plucked the feathers too.

Holly entered the room curious about the conversation.  Sarah explained to her the conversation thus far. 

Holly:  What kind of chicken was it daddy?
R:  It was a chicken with red and white feathers. 
H:  Where did the feathers go?
C:  Daddy made an Indian headdress out of it.
H:  But where is it?
R:  I sold it to an Indian Chief.
H:  How did you cook the chicken so fast daddy?
C:  It got sucked down the engine of daddy's plane and we didn't want it to go to waste. 
[Holly was all wide-eyed about that part...]
R:  Sometimes things like that happen, but it was good and cooked so I brought it home.  Now, go get washed up for dinner. 

Okay, so if that little vignette into our lives around the Oliver household isn't enough, this next little bit should get you going.   We had a sitter "O" come over tonight because there was a squadron thing to go to.  Anyway, I was filling our sitter in on the rouse when I decided it would be best if the girls helped.  Sarah was finishing up her dinner so I started:

C:  Sarah, how's your dinner?
S:  Good.
C:  Tell O how your chicken is.
S:  It's good.  Daddy made it for us.
O:  Really.
S:  Yeah, he killed the chicken with his airplane.
O:  That's amazing (while trying to keep a straight face)
H (from the living room):  Yeah, and he even made an Indian a headdress to wear out of the feathers. 

O near about spit water all over the kitchen.