It's chick time again at the local Tractor Supply. We get baby chicks in, and baby ducks too. They are so cute, and I love their little peeps. They are a popular attraction to the little kids, and I tell them all when they come in, "Make sure you go back and take a peek and the baby chicks and the ducklings before you go." Some parents bring their children in just to watch them for a while. Cheep entertainment. Cheep. Get it? Oh, I crack myself up.
Anyways a father came in with a boy, a thin boy with big eyes. He came to the register with a rather large stuffed chicken. I laughed. Usually what that means is that the child has wanted a chick really really bad, and the parent was able to bargain his way out of it.
I blab a little as I'm ringing up their stuff, and the kidlet tells me that he heard the chicks talking to him.
I smiled down at him. "Really?" I said, although he seemed a little old for fantasy. "I'll bet they were asking you to take them home."
"No," he said, looking at me quite seriously. "They wanted to take my heart."
I looked at him shocked, not sure what to say next. I could only say, "Well, then, you made the right decision taking the stuffed chicken."