There I am, minding my own business, cruising through my Facebook feed and my eye catches a post from a dear teacher friend of mine.
I chuckle and keep scrolling.
Wait a minute? What did that say? I quickly scroll back up and re-read the post.
Two boys, “cutting babies to make BBQ”? Hmmmmm.
Me: “Oh my gosh! You are talking about B aren’t you.”
Friend: “Do you really want me to tell you? ;)”
M: “Ugh. I knew it. Chicken Babies. It must be from Dr. Pol. All I can say is … at least it was chicken.”
F: “What is Dr. Pol? I thought they made that up.”
M: “It’s a reality show on Nat Geo. He is a wild animal vet. It’s B’s favorite.”
F: “YES!!!! So many things are starting to make sense. Holes in translations. I’m going to google it. I have to keep with the culture of our younger generation.”
Plastic knives. Chicken Babies. Facebook. A mother’s dream.
Please enjoy some of the public responses to Chicken Babies: