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Oh, no...
I needed this laugh.Roosters can be such a pain. When my middle granddaughter was about 2, I had a mean rooster. I kept saying, I’m gonna kill that mean rooster! She’d pipe up with, Kill that rooster!
Finally one day I did. I made a pot of mean rooster soup. She ate 3 bowls of soup. She asked for another bowl of mean rooster soup, and added, put some of that rooster juice in there too!
From then on, everything had to be a mean rooster or she wouldn’t eat it. If they went out to eat and got her chicken nuggets, they assured her that it was Mamaw’s mean rooster.
This past week, the girls asked for mean rooster soup. I got a half chicken from the freezer and we had soup!