Each night as I tuck Izzy into bed, I read a book to him and then tell him made up stories in the dark. I assure you our story had nothing to do with the following:
Tonight, when the stories were over, his small voice inquired, "Mama, can we eat a chicken's head?"
Me (thinking what or where did you get an idea like that): "No, I don't think so. They probably don't have much meat on them. Why do you ask?"
Izzy: "I think I would like to try one tomorrow."
Good night, sleep tight and don't let the chicken heads bite..or rather don't bite them.