Last night at dinner we cooked a whole chicken. This prompted many questions beginning with Kenzie's, "Mom, do they just pluck the feathers out one at a time?" Then there was the, "and they just cut him up into pieces and we eat him?" I tried to defer, realizing that I was quickly losing my appetite. But, the kids were unphased and wanted all the details of how Mr. Chicken could become Mr. Main Course.

Fast forward to story time with Mason. He and I were laying in his bed. (Oh, I should tell you that he has moved past the "whale story" phase into a "spooky story" phase.) He said, "Do you want a spooky story?" As there is only one right answer to that question, I said, "yes." The story follows.

One night a bat was in the spooky jungle. There were snakes and spiders and tigers and crocodiles. They ate the bat and cut him into little pieces. The end.