i hate chickens

We put the boys to bed at 8:00 tonight; naturally, my six-year-old comes out of his room to ask us a very important question, one and a half hours later. It should be noted that our dog, Henry, is ten years old, Ollie is six, and Line is four.

Ollie: Dad was Line chasing the chicken when we got Henry at the farm?

Dad: No buddy Line wasn't born yet.

Ollie: But was Line chasing a chicken at the farm?

Line: (yells from bedroom) I HATE CHICKENS!

Dad: No Ollie, Line was not chasing the chicken.

(Ollie exits to bedroom)

Line: (overheard in bedroom) Ollie, I hate chickens.