We had crockpot chicken and dumplings for dinner. Names have been left off to protect the parties involved, because they were serious.
Boy: "What kind of chicken is this?"
Another Boy (his serious response): "Roast Beef."
(Craig & I laugh)
Boy: "Mom, what kind of chicken is this?"
Mom: "What do you mean? It's chicken."
Boy: "I know. But what kind?"
Mom: "Cooked chicken."
Boy (becoming frustrated): "I know. What I mean is....what kind of meat is it?!?"
Mom: "Chicken."
Boy (exasperated): "Where did it come from?"
Mom: "It's chicken. From a chicken."
Now, I still don't know what the boy wanted to know. He gave up and gave his dinner dirty looks for the rest of meal time.
