We were all headed down to the farm for a cookout and pictures with all of David's Family. Mason was riding in front in between both David and I. He was chatting, singing, and snapping his fingers. David looks at me and rolls his eyes, and then asks Mason, "you like Chick's right?" Mason looked back and him and said, "ya I really like them!" "Good Mason, keep it up." A couple seconds passed and Mason said, "I love chick's they are so good to eat, you like chick's dad?" David shakes his head..."wrong kind of chick's Mason!"