A little too ironic...

We pulled up to a restaurant before deciding to go to Bar do Bahia yesterday. As we were sitting in the car waiting for Kelson to see what it was about, I noticed all the chickens in the yard. One mama hen had ten or more baby chicks running around her. Luiza and I watched them, talked about how cute they were for a while, and she told me the word for chick was pintinho, which I thought was nothing like the word for chicken, galinha. As I was reminiscing about the good times with Peeper (our pet chicken we had when were little), and the good ol' barbie doll car days, Kelson returned to tell us the specialty of the restaurant: chicken.