A realization

Zoe, eating chicken tonight: "Does chicken come from pigs?"

"Um, no, it comes from chickens."

"I thought eggs came from chickens."

"And chicken comes from chickens." (Ummmm, hence the name???)

Slightly whining: "So.............. they make it dead so we can have the chicken?"

"Yes."

A long pause, as she rolled this around in her mind while looking down at her half-eaten chicken leg, and I wondered for a moment if I would have to cook something else.



"They make it so goooooood."