J decided that he wanted 'boy ones' . I said we weren't getting any cockerels because I don't want to be upsetting the neighbours with noisy birds first thing in the morning.
L, more worryingly, has spent the entire week telling us that she is going to kill the chickens. Anyone we talk to about getting chickens, she has told them that she is going to kill the chickens...obviously really endearing herself to people!
Tonight, while we were eating tea, we were talking (once again) about the potential chickens. I told her that chickens only lay eggs if they are happy so if she upsets them then she won't get any eggs to which she replied 'That is why I am going to kill them.' I was starting to get a bit fed up of her response to all things chicken and was beginning to wonder how I had managed to bring up such a child.
'L, why do you want to kill the chickens?' I asked.
'Well to get the eggs out of them of course, I'll just kill them, cut them open then get all of the eggs out....' she answered, all innocence.
We then had a conversation about how chickens aren't actually made of eggs and that if they did, when we had roast chicken for tea, there would be no meat because it would just be eggs, then that chickens make eggs when they are happy and kind of poo them out, a bit like we go to the loo.....hmm...now she is less set on killing the chickens but wants to know what she has to eat to be able to poo eggs....