I do not like chicken nuggets. I think they are disgusting and they aren't even real chickens. The thought of them makes me want to vomit. However, I purchased a bag for my children recently. I do not usually buy them, but I decided to go ahead as my plan was to be at the gym anyway that night.
Shortly after I bought them, within a day or two, I received a text from one of the teenagers asking if they can have some chicken nuggets for lunch. It was Spring Break. I text her back, "No. They are on the menu for dinner". Her reply, "ugh, okay".
Another couple days had past and I was retrieving something from the freezer when I noticed someone had opened the chicken nuggets. I was appalled. They cut open the bag and then rolled it shut, even using the sticky doohickey to seal it closed. I just couldn't believe it.
I distinctly remember the text conversation with my thirteen year old. I am positive I had a similar conversation with my fifteen year old face-to-face. My husband remembers that conversation too.
I questioned them all. At first, I thought it was the seven year old. She had motive, but when I questioned her, I came to realize it wasn't likely. She didn't have any opportunity or means. She didn't even know you could cook the pseudo chicken in the microwave. She wouldn't have made them in the oven. She doesn't know how to work that either. I doubt she put them in a pan on the stove.
Next to be questioned was the thirteen year old. She definitely had motive. She wanted the nuggets. She had also been home alone during Spring Break while the other two were practicing for an upcoming Quincenera.
I also questioned the fifteen year old. She definitely had motive as chicken nuggets are her favorite. She had been begging me to purchase them for months. I was tough though. I didn't give in, until now. And look what happened! She didn't have opportunity though.
My husband, John, sometimes comes home for lunch. He too, was questioned. Consider the possibility he didn't realize they were on the menu for dinner in a couple weeks, so he ate them for lunch. He came home for lunch twice that week, but after further investigation, I was home both days. I know he didn't make them at that time.
In my living room we have a chair called, "The Honesty Chair". It's a chair where anyone can sit in and tell the truth about whatever it is they want to get off their chest and they cannot get in trouble (by the parents). Now, there could be self-inflicted consequences. For example, if they rob a bank, they will more than likely go to jail. I cannot help with that. But, I've promised not to yell or ground them when they are telling me the truth while in the honesty chair.
My little one climbs in the honesty chair and says to me, very serious like, "Mom, I honestly have no clue who opened the chicken nuggets." Well, although that's not exactly what I wanted to hear, I was happy she was being honest.
John sat in the honesty chair too. He admitted to making breakfast in his sleep when he was an adolescent. So, it's possible he opened the Chickie's in his sleep.
The thirteen year old never sat in the chair, but was quite upset at the accusations being made. Then, she attempted to point at me saying, "you threw them away because you hate chicken nuggets! You don't want them in your house so you chucked them!! You're guilty! You have a motive!!!"
While that may very well be true, I despise the fake clucks, I replied with, "If that would have been the case, I never would have purchased them in the first place." I am the one who bought them. So, I've been ruled out as a suspect.
Now we have the fifteen year old who swears up and down I never told her they were for dinner. What she did do, though, because she is the President of "The Big Bang Theory" fan club, she checked the bag for the serving size. Then, she counted the chicken nuggets in the bag. According to her calculations and the notes 'servings' listed on the packaging, who ever opened the bag, didn't actually eat any of the nuggets.
Once the math whiz figured that out, her theory was that I purchased the Lil chirps that way. I bought an opened bag up chicken nuggets that were not ripped open, or had a hole in them, but obviously cut with scissors, then rolled tightly in attempts to reseal them.
Hmmmm, I know I get a little occupied in the bakery isle, with all the yummy smells and all, but that day dream doesn't actually get me high. I'm sure I would have noticed the rolled up bag when I took it out of the cooler. I am totally confident I did not purchase an open bag of chicken pieces.
We sat in my living room for hours trying to figure who opened the bag. I wouldn't let them on their electronics until someone confessed. The fifteen year old cried, "please!! If it was one of you just confess already!!! She's serious! She will make us miserable, people!!! Just confess!!" To my husband and myself, that was just funny. She's so serious, too.
The little one started passing me notes. "Mom, I do not know who did it. Will you just forget about it? PS can I play my DS?" I wrote her back, "No"
I came to the conclusion that it may not have been any of them. Consider the possibility someone came into our home, opened the freezer, and ate our chicken nuggets. I looked around on the exits/entries for the home. There was no sign of a break in. At that time, I decided to call my mother. perhaps she got hungry. She only lives about ten houses away and she has a key.
As I dialed my mothers phone number, I told the four suspects that if it indeed was her, I would take them all out to dinner tonight! They cheered.
I asked my mother if, by any chance, she came to my house and indulged in a chicken finger frenzy. Mom began to gag. I don't blame her, either. I told her what was happening and she confirmed that she had been at work all week. She has a key, but didn't have any other opportunity, nor did she have motive.
I told her that I had told my family that if she confessed, I would have taken them all out to dinner. She laughed and told me someone should have text her first and told her what to say. She wanted me to take her to dinner, too.
Last night as I climbed onto my five foot high bed, I re-assured all three girls that they are more than welcome to write an anonymous note and slip it under the door. At this point, this is a trust thing, not a chicken wing thing. I reassured them, no one will get into trouble. I just want to know who opened the bag, thinking someone opened the bag to eat them, then thought it would be a good idea to ask if they can have them first. When they were told no, they closed the bag and put it back. That totally sounds logical to me.
When I woke up this morning, I had a little note, written in the handwriting of a seven year old, "mom, I seriously do not know who got into the chicken nuggets."
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