The big chicken

On Friday I was in Marietta shopping around for appliances and also stopped by A Classy Flea (which I highly recommend if you are in the area), and we drove past the Big Chicken, which is actually a landmark here in Georgia. (Excuse my run on sentence :)) If you have followed my blog, you will remember that Dylan is afraid of chickens thanks to my sister, Kara's rubber chicken photography prop. To my surprise Dylan seemed like he thought that the Big Chicken was pretty cool. So I promised him that if he was a good boy while we ran our errands, I would take him to go eat there. He wasn't entirely good while I was shopping (he spilled a sippy cup full of water down his shirt), but I guess I have no backbone because we went anyways.

When I took Dylan out of the car and he saw the Big Chicken out of the safety of our vehicle with the chicken's beak going up and down, and its eyeball going around in circles, he decided that this huge chicken was bad news. He wouldn't let me put him down, and even threw in some, "Oh no! Chicken!" statements. When we made it inside, and we ordered our lunch I asked the lady if she knew of many kids that were scared of the chicken. She told me that she had never heard of any. So, I've decided that Dylan is a big chicken! How ironic!

Don't get me wrong, I adore Dylan more than anything. I just think it's funny how the littlest things can scare him.

Here are some pictures I took off my phone, so excuse the blurriness.

Once we were leaving, he didn't seem as afraid. But I think that's because the chicken was behind him!