My daughter, Regan, was just a baby when Chick-fil-A came to town. Everyone was 'clucking' with excitement, and you couldn't drive up Main without seeing *those* cows. They would star in huge newspaper ads, and dance in front of the new location. We saw cows 'painting' billboards on the side of the highway. We saw them taking pictures with kids at local events, both big (like our college's Homecoming) and small (birthday parties for five year olds). We saw them..a LOT...and, every time we did, they would be spreading the word, "EAT MOR CHIKIN", proudly.
Well, my husband and I thought this was just the cutest/funniest/most clever campaign we had ever seen. We took to saying (more like screaming, if we were in the privacy of our own home/car/anywhere people wouldn't think we'd gone mad!), EAT MOR CHIKIN, when we saw THE cows or ANY cows, for that matter. We would make sure to show baby Regan the cows, along with cooing "Oohhh, cows! Cows say......Mooooore Chikin! EAT MOR CHIKIN!" A few rounds of this would always elicit a smile, but more often, she'd emit the sound that, to us, must be similar to a choir of angels singing. She'd give us a huge belly laugh! Full of chortles and piggy snorts. Boy, if we didn't wear those cows OUT for that laugh! Eventually, our slapstick was only rewarded with giggles or smiles, which then gave way to words. Sometimes a 'moo' or 'cow' but not often. Regan was a toddler of few words. To the point of concern, and discussion of what action needed to be taken next. She WOULD talk. Just not often. So, we worried. She was about 2 and 1/2 when she put our mind at ease. We were on the road, when we passed our favorite sign, stacked high with teetering cows. I began turning to point it out to Regan when, I hear her tiny voice peep from the back, saying, very clearly and matter of fact, EAT MOR CHIKIN!
That's one of the many reasons we LOVE our Chick-fil-A..and why Regan asks for 'chikin' (with the graceful speech of any 7yr) all the time!