Picking Up Chicks with Will

So, yesterday I spent the afternoon picking up chicks with my son. Is that wrong? Well, if you and your non-chick owning friends are producing city kids... it might be. Take a look.

I believe Will and the chick both have the exact same thought going through their minds... "WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING????" (And yes, that barnyard animal is standing on my kitchen table. Is that wrong?)

Then it became some sort of ET-esque moment that works much better when the other creature has a finger to point back to you . (And ignore the hair and dirty finger, please. Its just the polite thing to do).

At least my kid didn't use a baby chick to fulfill some sort of pirate fantasy!

Don't be too impressed... just because it has feathers like a parrot and will sit on a shoulder like a parrot, doesn't mean this chick talked like a parrot. If it did, it would be screaming "GET ME OFF THIS SHOULDER OR WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A CHICKEN DOWN SITUATION!!!!"

In the end, Will and the chickens became fast friends. Insert "awwwws" here.

And, in case the Will + Chick = Love picture didn't get enough awwws, let's just throw a picture of fat Jack in there for good measure.

No chicks were involved with this picture, or baby Jack in general in fear that he would eat them. And not in a "toddlers put everything in their mouth" kinda way, but in a "look at the size of this kid... he could eat a horse, let alone a walking chicken nugget" kinda way.

Is it just me or do you have the overwhelming need to sigh and say "Awwwwwwww?"