This is super common though. I mix up my kids’ names on a daily basis, it’s not because I don’t know who they are or can’t tell them apart. They do think it’s hilarious when I mix them up with the chickens.

The common factor is that I am usually saying the same mindless stuff to my kids (and chickens), like “get down from there” or “move out of the way please” or “stop making so much noise”.

Oh God, I swear our local supermarket moves the fresh fish every three weeks. It’s always the fish and it just fills me with rage. I don’t want to do a meter by meter search for a chunk of salmon while my picky children are whining and chewing on my kneecaps.

Not defending this particular wool shop but often those sorts of specialty shops also have an online side. Weird that they would throw customers out though

Also if you spend time with chickens, you realize without a doubt that birds = dinosaurs. Especially if you raise them from chicks, their awkward teenage stage is like half bird, half lizard anyway.