{The Rubber Chicken}

It seems its thought the rubber chicken has followed me everywhere. It started back in high school.  The all girls catholic school that I went to had a math teacher who would take out her “rubber chicken” in cases when we needed a snow day.  We called it praying to the rubber chicken.  Essentially it was a big joke, but more often times than not – when that rubber chicken came out – VOILA, NO SCHOOL!!!!! After college, I managed a sales team in Memphis.  I shared the rubber chicken story with them and the next day – a rubber chicken appeared on my desk.  Needless to say, we prayed to the rubber chicken quite a bit there. Rewind to two years ago.  I went to my first ever photographer’s seminar.  A well known photographer came to Dallas to talk about photographing babies and young children.  Her secret weapon… The yellow rubber chicken pictured above.  Interestingly, this rubber chicken appeals more to adults than it does kids.  It has an interesting noise that comes out of it when squeezed.  If you give it a big squeeze it sounds like we are torturing the poor rubber chicken.  That sound would scare any child.  This is the “Scary” rubber chicken and it has to be squeezed with caution.  I do occasionally use it on children, usually as a last resort since I know it may have an adverse effect.

Bruce wanted the rubber chicken included in some of his engagement pictures.  He also wanted to make goofy faces.  Obviously, Bruce is a big kid at heart.  I’m gonna have fun with him!

Be Good!