Chicks

This weekend Kate and Mike bought two fluffy, tiny, baby chicks. The purpose of this purchase was to use them in asking a “chick” to prom.

The kids quickly became attached to these cute little birds. I was so happy that they bought two, not one, because these little chicks took comfort in one another’s company. They would snuggle up to each other, and chirp very loudly if you would pick one up and not the other. Kids old and young at my house, fussed about them, played with them and made sure they had all the comforts a little fluffy friend needs.

Each day I would inquire about the status of the chicks’ exit. There was excuse after excuse as to why he hadn’t ask a girl to prom yet.

Ben became particularly attached. When, “Mom can’t we keep them”, didn’t work, he resorted to a more practical approach. “Mom, we may need these chicks for food storage,” he exclaimed. “I think I’ll just buy a case of peanut butter (protein) instead,” I refuted.

The dog was out of it’s element. She would bark and run around trying to get through the closed door where the chicks were resting. One day someone left the door open and we found her in their pen (cardboard box) staring at them. She didn’t even take a nip at them. Good dog!

Sunday night Mike finally asked to the dance. Like all boys, he had made sure the girl he was asking hadn’t been asked and delivered the invitation. Emily, scream when she answered the door with her five little sisters. Unfortunately, she had already been asked (I guess he took too long), and told Mike to come get everything to ask someone else.

In the meantime her little sisters had become very attached. These cute little fuzz balls can really melt your heart. Mike stayed at her house awhile letting the kids play with the chicks. When he finally took them, the little girls began to cry. So sad!

He took the same basket, chicks included, to ask another girl. Annie was ecstatic when she answered the door. She couldn’t stop screaming. When Mike finally talked to her she had googled how to care for them, and had them under a heat lamp. I think these cute little fluffy chicks have found a good home.

Last night while lying in bed, I thought I heard the little chicks chirping. I had told Mike to make sure that the girl he asked knew their was a "no return" policy. Luckily, it was just the smoke alarm chirping, phew! Time to replace the battery.

Now let's hope that she doesn't answer with a bunny!

Little chicks inside the Easter egg in the basket ready to go.

So cute!

Cuddles!