Roosters

The kids were eating chicken nuggets today.  S said, "Mom, are chicken nuggets REAL chicken?"  I said, "Yep", and B quickly threw his nugget down, and said, in (nervous robot voice), "Mom!  Why do we call them chicken peenies (Foisy word for boy parts)!"

"We don't," I said, "We call them chicken nuggets." 

"But, MOM, why do we call 'em chicken PEENIES!"  

And the question and answer went on and on, with me trying to figure out where he was going and him not giving me any more information (as usual with this boy).  

I told him to stop asking the question, unless he could give me some reason he was asking.  

He sat there about five minutes, silent, and finally said, "Why did Papa tell M to get off his nuggets when they were wrestling the other day?!" 

And I died laughing, because the boy connected that, and thought he must be eating chicken penises!

No wonder the intensity in his quest for answers!