My five year old daughter was sitting at the table, eating some chicken wings when it finally dawns on her:
"Daddy, do these chicken wings come from the kind of chickens that goes BOK! BOK! BOK!?
Hardly containing my laughter, I answer, "Yes, they are from those kinds of chickens".
"So these are really their bones?? Why do we eat the chickens, Daddy"?
Because we like the way they taste. Why else?
My daughter hardly eats meat as it is. Now that she knows that chicken really comes from-- well -- chicken . . . I think she's going to end up being a vegetarian.
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