These little beauties are the daughters of our friends John and Hannah. I honestly believe they are the sweetest, best-behaved gaggle of little girls in the history of the world.
As I said in the previous post about the farmers market, their mom and dad are in the chicken business. I call mom The Chicken Chick, dad The Chick Magnet, and since I didn’t want to leave out the girls, I’ve dubbed them The Chicklettes.
Mom and Dad call them “Jo-Lou-Phil-Nic” when they’re referring to them as a group. I can never remember which of them is which, so I just call them Number One, Number Two, Number Three, and Number Four.
So there I was at the Barossa Farmers Market a few weeks ago when I found myself standing in line behind the girls at Eleni’s bakery stall. Mom had given Joanna some money to pay for her sisters’ pastries and she was clutching it tightly.
“Keep your money, girls,” I said. “I’m buying. Just tell Eleni what you want.”
They used to visit Eleni’s stall very early, but now I seem to have motivated them to wait until we arrive.
“Go find your sisters,” I told Joanna the next week. “It’s cinnamon bun time.”
How long does it take to establish a tradition? Is four weeks long enough? If so, this is now a tradition.
One funny story before I wrap this up. Apparently mom and dad refer to us as “The Texans.” The girls misinterpreted that and thought our names were Jim and Jamie Texan.
Here’s a photo of Jim and Jamie Texan with the whole chicken clan.