On the way home he was telling me about how much he liked them and how good he was with them ("I held one and I didn't even break his bones!!") and trying to convince me that he should be able to have a baby chick at our house. He came up with many arguments for the chick (I could keep them inside in my closet! I could put them in a cage!) and I countered them mostly with the fact that the HOA would frown upon it.
Finally, he made one last ditch attempt: Well, Mom, having a chick is much more fun than eating an egg.
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