The other day Zeke comes to me and he says "Mama! Now that it's fall you can make chicken and duckelings!" (I know it's ducklings, but that's how he says it.)
(Before he was excited-Zeke usually is excited. But now he's hesitant...)
You know... that soup that you put the baby ducks in?
That blessed boy thought I was putting baby ducks in his soup?! I'm horrified! It didn't seem to bother him though...