Knowing her birthday is six months away in December, I turned, bewildered and curious what she was concocting. "Morgan, what kind of party are you thinking of? We could have a party now and not make it a birthday party
.""I want it to be a hot dog party to go along with my motto," Morgan answered.
Hmmm. I gave it half a thought and moved on.
But later I found this sign on her door:
"I heart hot dogs cause I'm a flying chicken."
I wasn't aware that flying chickens ate hot dogs. Good thing we buy all beef hot dogs.
