Friday, May 18, 2012

Chicken Fried

I have no idea how it started, but before leaving his room for the night Casey started asking Riley for his "chicken fried." Translation, a kiss. This evening we were all hanging out in the backyard listening to the radio while Riley was hitting golf balls. At one point, the Zac Brown Band came on and was singing, "You know I like my chicken fried, cold beer on a Friday night, a pair of jeans that fits just right, and the radio on." Riley picked up on the words of the song, ran over to Casey, gave him a big kiss on the cheek and had a big grin on his face. This verse is repeated many times throughout the song, and each time, whether he was putting the ball on the tee or getting ready to take a swing or concentrating on something else, he would pick up on those words, stop what he was doing, run over to Casey, give him another kiss on the cheek and smile as he ran back to whatever he had been doing. Cutest thing ever.

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