11yo: Mom, can we get chicken balls?
Me: Ummm…excuse me?
11yo: Can we get chicken balls?
As I stood in the frozen foods section at Meijer, I
struggled to compute WHY he would be saying that, while simultaneously trying
to discern “Does he really mean something else?”
After several seconds of racking my brain, I couldn’t figure it out…so I opted to ask. Albeit reluctantly.
Me: What are you talking about?
11yo: (pointing to the popcorn chicken in the freezer case)
Chicken balls? Can we get chicken balls?
So then I started giggling. I will give him credit, here,
where credit is due. The picture on the package did look like “chicken balls”…versus,
say, a chicken nugget, tender, or patty. Definitely little balls of chicken.
Me: Ummm…I think you mean “POPCORN chicken” (still giggling).
11yo: Oh, yeah…popcorn chicken.
He was still unaware as to WHY I was giggling.
11yo: Can we get popcorn chicken?
Me: No, we’re getting this instead.
I selected a bag of chicken nuggets…also an unfortunate
name, but not quite like “chicken balls”.
Me: Yeah…and let’s make sure not to call them “chicken balls”.
Yes, I even used the air quotes too when I said it; my
husband would be so proud. He “loves” the air quotes.
Lightbulb! (You have to say that in your head like Gru in “Despicable Me”...yes, I've seen that movie a few too many times now.) The PBA figured out why I was laughing.
After what amounted to a good minute at least, we composed ourselves and continued on through
the store.
9yo: But what about chicken breasts? Can we still say that?
Ha! Poor chickens, everyone discussing their private parts with such little respect. If our chickens wouldn't have been eaten, they'd be quite offended right about now. :)
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