Today (aged nearly 34) I was given a philosophical and scientific kicking by my 4 year old daughter. The conversation had somehow got around to chickens and eggs, so I decided to strike a low blow and tried to baffle a little girl.
Me - "So which came first the chicken or the egg?"
Abigail - "The chicken."
Me - "Hah! But who laid the egg which the chicken hatch from!" (smug face)
Abigail - "The Tyrannosaurus"
Me - (help)
According to Mrs Beek this answer was formulated in her brain by repeatedly watching Chicken Run (the bit with the rats just before and over the end credits) and a fact printed on a cheese string wrapper, which stated "the Tyrannosaurus' closest living relative is the chicken."
At this rate I'm in serious danger of becoming the house dullard, in a few years Mrs Beek and the girls will be sat around reading the New Scientist and listening to Radio 4, whilst I perform menial tasks wearing a hessian smock and a dunce hat.
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