On special occasions when we were younger we were allowed to have any meal we wanted. One of our favorites was breaded, fried chicken. Dad used to cut chicken breast off the bone and cook it for us. Even though I found out later that Boppee used to make long before Dad did, we always called to this as "Chicken ala Bill" and, to this day, everyone in the house knows it and refers to it as that. Here are my two little helpers putting the chicken into milk and then the breadcrumbs. When Will Will got caught drinking some milk, he was taken off his stool (he looks taller here because he's on the bigger stool). When he started to cry, Katie went over to him and said "Will, Daddy thaid you not drink the mawk. You be a good boy. It will be O.K. I give you a hug, then you lithen a Daddy, O.K?" In a husky little voice he said "O.K.", returned to work and didn't drink any more milk. And the result of the four breasts we cooked? The little ones did an awesome job – everyone enjoyed perfect chicken that was gone in less than an hour! Mmmm!