Chicken Hats

Wednesday evenings can be kind of crazy around here. This past Wednesday, I was going with Lexi to her GS awards ceremony and then Chris was taking her and Vicki to an activity night at church. I was trying to communicate to him, simply and efficiently, that he should not expect anything prepared for dinner when he got home from work, but that our old standby, the chicken patty, was an option.

I think I need a chicken hat.