Tuesday is chicken night. Today isn’t Tuesday, but I’m looking forward to it regardless. Sometimes I lick my fingers and stick them into bags of shake n bake. It doesn’t really taste like chicken, but at least it passes some time before Tuesday.

We just find back doors that are open in the neighborhood and go in and play in the pantry. We haven’t gotten caught yet. Sometimes we have to check over a hundred doors before we find one that opens. Everyday Yeah says they’ll always be one that’s open. By that time it’s usually chicken night and time to eat.