Cock-a-doodle-doo!

I was reminded today of something that happened a couple of weeks after we moved here.  If anyone has been to Hawaii, you know about the chickens.

We were in the middle of eating dinner when Nate quietly slid off his chair and tried to sneak the butter knife.  I looked at him and asked "Nate, what are you doing?"  With such an innocent look, one that only a child could give, he said "I'm gonna go kill me a rooster!"