Yesterday, I kept hearing Tess cheerfully saying,
“Hello, Chicken Rider!” (With her particular pronunciation, it sounded more like “Hey-yo, sicken wide-oh”).
I couldn’t figure out who she was greeting (no gigantic chickens in the vacinity. Or small ones, for that matter.) or what she was refering to.
Then, I saw it.
The little blue and pink cell phone grandma Mary gave her before Christmas. The one that has a magical ring tone and the princess-y voice of –
aka Chicken Rider.