One day at work, one of my customers and I were talking about our grandchildren. She has a grandson who is three years old, and she raises chickens.
“He was the first one through the door on New Year’s Day,” she said of her grandson. “I was so disappointed, because I was hoping my son would be the first one through the door, but my grandson was the first one. He ended up being good luck after all. I have over a hundred chickens now.”
“What do you mean by chicken luck?” I asked.