Morgan's Motto

Morgan sidled up to me this morning and asked in her sugary, I-want-something voice, "Mom, I wish that I could have a big birthday party for my next birthday."

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.