Z really wanted some chicken nuggets for lunch. He didn't understand why I couldn't just "make them". We make a lot of stuff from scratch. I tried to explain to the crowd that I just don't have any chicken. "Well, then make some!" they said. I tried to explain that a chicken is a chicken is a chicken. How had this gotten past them? I explained that a chicken is an animal and without one I can't just whip up nuggets. "How do they kill them? Do they shoot them?" Coop asked. "I dunno" I said, "I think they just cut off their heads or something. It's really a gory process."
Z, the three year old, pipes up with, "Oh! Just like Body Movin'!"
It took me a moment.