Every afternoon around 1:30, without fail, I take a fresh package of chicken parts out for a walk in Madison Square Park. Sometimes I push it around in an old-fashioned pram. Sometimes I carry it in a modern baby sling. And sometimes I just use an ordinary stroller. But no matter how I choose to transport it, I always make sure it's bundled up carefully so it's not exposed to the elements. And I sing traditional lullabies. (Oh, and you should just *see* the adorable snowsuit I bought for this winter!) No one can say I'm not a good mother!