“What did you have for lunch today?”, I asked Jedi when he came home from school.
“Chicken nuggets”, he replied. “Hey, Mommy? What part of the chicken is the nugget?”.
“I’m not really sure”, I answered, honestly.
“You know what I think? I think it’s the chicken’s…”, then in a whisper, “boy parts“.
“So you think chicken nuggets are a chicken’s nuggets?”, I repeated before breaking into rolling can’t-catch-your-breath laughter. “Come up with that one all on your own?”
“Yeah”, he beamed, proud of his observation. But then he wondered, “Do cows have nuggets?”
Wiping tears out of my eyes from laughing so hard, I stammered between gasps for air, “If they do, we don’t eat them”.
“Oh, OK. Hey, Mommy? Is nuggets a bad word?”
Still laughing, I said, “No, nuggets is not a bad word”. Thinking about it for a moment after, however, I added, “Though we might not want to talk about nuggets with Grandma”.