The Circle of Life

Last night at dinner, Mr. G and I eat rotisserie chicken while Mr. T and Mr. D sleep in drug-abetted slumber and Mr. B watches TV:

Mr. G: (brandishing chicken leg) Did Daddy shoot this chicken?

Me: Noooooo.

Mr. G: Who shot the chicken?

Me: I don't know. It wasn't Daddy.

Mr. G: I bet the lion killed it.

Me: Maybe.

Mr. G: The good lion killed it or the bad lion?

Me: The good lion.

Mr. G: Yeah. The good lion killed this chicken. I like chicken.

(chewing)

Mr. G: Where's the chicken's head?

Me: Sorry?

Mr. G: Where's the chicken's head? You said this was his leg. Where's his head?

Me: Oh, um, we don't have the head.

Mr. G: Because the lion ate it. The good lion.

Posted in: because we're all carnivores, Food, Mr. G