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Tonight we ate boneless-breast of chicken for dinner. When we were putting the J-man to bed we read him a story with drawings of chickens. The J-man informed us that those were not the kind of chickens that we eat.
We asked him what kind of chickens we eat. He said:
"Those are not the chickens we eat, those [the drawings in the book] are chickens with faces. The chickens we eat are in their body and come out of their butts and go to the supermarket for people to eat."