Thursday, December 11, 2008

So Worm left a trail of popcorn chicken through Wal-Mart this morning

I can't expand on that other than to say I really did think he was eating A LOT of chicken for  8:30 a.m.  I didn't realize he was Hansel & Greteling it until we got to produce and the man stacking the bananas started following me and leaning over every few feet.  I was just about to accuse him of being some kind of perv when I saw what he was doing.

In case you are wondering why I bought Worm popcorn chicken at 8:30 a.m. - I blame Grandpa. He takes Worm to Wal-Mart on Tuesdays a bit closer to lunch time and they snack while they shop.  Unfortunately for me the chicken is now a requirement.  We walk in the door and Worm begins saying "Yum, yum, yum, yum" and pointing at the deli.  If I don't head for the deli the yums get progressively louder.  I am not sure what would happen next.  Ear splitting shreiks of YUM is my breaking point.


  1. At least he wasn't chewing it up and spitting it out along the way...which he has been known to do. Dropping a little chicken here and there is fun, especially when some old perv is chasing behind you picking it up. It's really the man's fault for encouraging such behavior. Who could blame the little guy?! Good little Worm.

  2. You are not helping. He still asks for you at least twice a day.

  3. Good...I can't wait to see him next week! It took him long enough to figure out I'm cool to be friends with!