Not if you're the chicken.....

This morning my mom called me on the way to drop Logan off to school and asked if Wade could go to the post office with her to pick up her chicks. Of course, Wade has been asking every day when the chicks would come...and I was running late to school...SO...I dropped him off at the end of the driveway and he ran up to the house. On my way back I called my mom and she told me how Wade was holding the box of chicks...and how he was being gentle with them. She had told Wade to be careful with the chicks because if he dropped one they could break a leg. He said "break a leg!?! that mean's you're lucky!!!!" "Not if you're the chicken!" mom said.