Last night was my Mom's birthday, so we all ate dinner together. My dad had gotten a rotisserie chicken for the main course. A few minutes into the meal, Nate looks at my brother with a bewildered expression and asks, "where's the chicken's head", which prompted the response, "we don't eat that in America." Ugh!
----Susanne
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I love it! What a great story to tell him in 10 years... he won't believe he said that:) Hope all is well with you guys!
~Jenni
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