The other night, we were having roast chicken for dinner. Matt went back to carve off some seconds.
Ethan (age 7): Dad, are you cutting the off the chicken’s “tenders”?
(“Tenders” is his word for the male genitalia, which he learned from the Kung Fu Panda Movies).
Matt: Chickens don’t have “tenders”.
Ethan: I eat chicken tenders all the time!
Me (putting my hands in the air to make the “time out” gesture): Wait… wait… wait… this whole time you have been eating chicken tenders, you thought they were a chicken’s “tenders”?
Ethan: Ye-ah! (Said in two syllables, like “Du-uh!”)
Oy Vey. I blame Jack Black.