I was at the mall food court with my sister and her kids. My sister offered some of her chicken to my oldest niece. I reached out to hand her my fork to use as she grabbed a bite of chicken with her fingers.
That’s when my six-year old niece looked at me and said, “Jennifer, we’re from Mississippi- we eat with our fingers.”
My sister rolled her eyes, and Hannah Grace said, “But mommmm, that’s what we DO.”
These are my people.
4 comments:
oh but you may have kin closer than you think. like, springfield...? :)
The greatest Hollywood screen writers don’t hold a candle next to a gem like that. It’s times like these that make me thankful for family. They usually provide some good material.
I didn't realize there was any other way to eat chicken...but oh yeah, I'm from Mississippi. :-) Learn something new everyday!
Let me clarify- the chicken wasn't like a drumstick... it was cubed chicken. A drumstick? Definitely finger food!
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