The Chicken Nugget Incident

For those of you who don't know, my wife is a vegetarian. More specifically, she is such a picky eater that for all intents and purposes she's a vegetarian, although she doesn't think meat is murder or anything like that.

That being said, I've seen my wife eat chicken a few times. When we first got married she got on this kick that she had to learn how to eat chicken in order for us to have a good marriage. Then she realized that it was hard to have good communication with all that chicken in her mouth.

Since she gave up her lofty attempt at saving our marriage through poultry, I've only seen her eat chicken when she was pregnant. So when the other day during a road-trip stop at McDonalds she devoured a chicken nugget with a voracious chomp, I started to think of good baby names. However, the nugget chomp turned out to be a false alarm for baby numero dos. I can still see that look of desperation in her eye, though, as her carnivorous bicuspids ripped through the processed chicken flesh.