Last night, I made a wonderful roast for dinner in the slow-cooker. I tossed in carrots a few hours before dinner, then boiled potatoes to add to the carrots and made gravy. The roast was lovely and amazingly tender. As we gathered around the table, getting ready to sit, Dane looked at the beautiful roast sitting on a pan and asked, "Is that meatloaf or chicken?" All of us yelled at the same time - Uncle Ken, Deanna, Don and me - "Chicken!" Then we looked at each other and cracked up. Dane had no idea what was so funny.
Our sweet boy - he just loves his chicken.
We finally broke the news to him, when he requested a second helping of "that yummy chicken", that it was a beef roast. He wanted seconds anyway and ate heartily.
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