...the sixth year of marriage is the year Eric starts doing whatever he wants. If there was one thing I was more adamantly against than the fish tank, it was chickens.
Meet: Fuzzy, Fuzzy, Peanut, Squeezy, Alexa and Jane Doe.
Last night Eric took the posse out for an adventure. As I heard them all coming in from the garage I very distinctly heard Maggie say,
"Mama is going to be SO mad at Dada."
(Where am I getting this reputation???)
Of course, that got my attention, but I could hear them all coming down the hall, so I waited. A few seconds later they cleared the corner with a tupperware full of chickens.
They were pretty excited and quickly moved them into the bathtub (which Maggie now says she will never use again). Then, they spent most of the rest of the night watching over them, like this:
This morning, they were right back into that position.
We'll see how it goes...nothing can end up worse than the Bunnies of 2007.