Chicken to Ride

Yesterday the plan was to go to Bible Study in the morning but we ended up not going for a few reasons, but the biggest one is that Harper will not, under any circumstances, stay in the nursery while I'm in the other room. As much as I enjoy going, it gets to be a bigger hassle as well as a disruption to try and keep her happy while trying to discuss things like predestination and other fine Calvinist topics. I'll try again on another Wednesday, but yesterday I was just too tired to give it a try.

So we went to Starbucks for breakfast instead.

Here's Hadley and her courtesy smile:
She'll eat anything with blueberries in it.
"I'm so happy as long as my posse is somewhere where I can see them (her)."

This is Harper's way of telling us that she has no more interest in eating. She rips her bib off and sticks out her tongue. Sometimes she'll even gag which is really appetizing.


The Beatles was the choice of music at Starbucks and Hadley seemed to enjoy this. While listening to them sing, "She's gotta ticket to ride" Hadley was bopping her head a little while eating a blueberry scone. During the song she asked me, "Who's gotta chicken, Mama?"
I replied,"I don't think I know what you're talking about, Hadley."
"A chicken. Who's gotta chicken to ride?" she clarified.
I started giggling and while my first instinct was to correct her, I thought that thinking about someone riding a chicken seems much more interesting then thinking about someone having a ticket to ride somewhere. Besides, the guys say in the song "she don't care" about having a ticket, and I think that in Hadley's song this girl would care about riding a chicken. I certainly would. So I told Hadley that I wasn't sure who has a chicken to ride, and then I took a sip of my coffee while she drank her milk and we listened to the rest of the song.