Fox in the Hen House?

This morning we did a little experiement. While the golden, crunchy, waffles you DO see might make you want to set the clock back for a "ground hog day" breakfast, it's the Waffles you DON'T see that tell the real story. The kids left the cattle and ate the chickens! simple as that! Most Saturday's we lunch at the RR, and no matter WHAT we say, no matter HOW we cage and cajole, the kid's won't touch the golden chicken fingers - it's hamburgres only for this crowd. But this morning they went through the chickens like they were past their born-on-date. Go figure! Maybe it really ISN'T “better to be the head of chicken than the rear end of an ox” (as the old proverb goes), if seeing the Son rise tomorrow is on your agenda!.