What they're like when they're 5...

Owen: Mommy fell off the turnip truck two times.

Me: Oh really, Mommy fell off the turnip truck?

Owen: Yeah, that means that she knows what I'm up to.

Me: Oh, so that's what that means?

Owen: Yeah.

[Pause]

Owen: I want to help mommy get back in the turnip truck. Then she won't know what I'm up to...

ah innocence...

at dinner...

My daughter: I love chicken.
Me: (glad because getting her to eat dinner is never easy) Oh, that's great!
My daughter: Daddy, where does chicken come from?
Me: Uh..(thinking hard here)...from chickens.

Then I swear I could see the wheels turning in her head as she pictured chickens coming to our house to deliver chicken (a completely different thing from the animals themselves of course).

Beef and pork are so much easier in this respect.