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Brooke and Caitlyn's Chicken Christmas
By Kris
December 2006
Bobbi got this letter about her neices. The older one is Brooke and the younger one is Caitlyn.
I have to tell you about tucking Cait in the night we visited Bobbi. We were laying there, having read our stories, and talking about the day.

She always tells me about what made her happy and what made her sad that day.
That night, she said, "Mommy, I was not sad at all today, because that chicken was nice, he was my favorite day today." That's Caiti for my favorite part of the day.

Then she went on to tell me that he was so soft and said "cock-a-doodle-doo" to her.
I asked her what color the chicken was. Her reply was priceless. "Well, Mommy," she said. "He was not purple!"

I laughed and said, "You are right."

Then she said, "He wasn't blue either."
I couldn't keep from grinning. "Do you think perhaps he was orange?" I asked.

"No," she said with definiteness only possible in a two-year-old.

"He was Tomater. And I love him."
She asked me three times since to make sure I ask her Aunt Bobbi to keep him safe for her.
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