Baby Chicken

Today was one of those days where I know that I should have really had more patience with the toddler.  I spent a little extra snuggle time with him during bedtime and when I got up to leave I kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear that I love him and that I am proud of him.  He took his pacifier out to say something so I leaned in closer.  He whispered “I’m a baby chicken.”

It seems as though my failures are either of no consequence or I should seek out help now.  There is really no grey area.