The word, chug, according to urbandictionary.com: to drink alcohol really fast without breathing. People usually chant this at the person who is drinking.
We don’t get out much. We don’t do a lot of electronic media. So I was a little surprised to hear this particular word being chanted with great excitement, followed by giggles from the bathroom. Chug, chug, chug, chug, came the rhythmic unison.
I was hoping to bypass any public explanations of our bathroom setup right now, but the story is forcing my hand. I’m pretty sure this drives us off the road from quaint and quirky, right on over to tacky and classless. Alas. I apologize for all the mystic notions of country living that flee as I speak. For the last seven days, we have been sharing our bathroom with 19 chicks. They are divided into tubs, the largest of which is sitting in the bathtub. The smaller two are on a shoe rack on the floor. Together, they take up half the bathroom. Anyone sitting down need not read, the chicks are a mere twelve inches to the right for easy viewing pleasure. It isn’t exactly a rose blossom scent in there right now, but then again on cold mornings, the sauna temperatures make it not such a bad place to be.
Anyway, I heard the chug chanting and called out all parties involved. The answer to, “what’s going on,” was as follows:
Boy two had a worm, said Girl two, . . . children looked at each other and broke into giggles
And we put a chick on top of the toilet . . .children fell into each other laughing
And then we cheered while he ate, said Boy two. It was a really big worm.
Then we got another one and did it again, said Girl two.
One of them made a lot of footprints on your toilet, said Girl one, but don’t worry, we cleaned it up.