So, the other day when my kid "ordered" food once again via text...seriously, dude, just come out and talk to me...my inner snark couldn't help herself.
Little guy: "Text me hen the pizza is done."
Me: A little while later, "hen".
And I've been calling him "my little chicken" ever since...especially when he chooses to text me instead of talk to me....
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