We were eating chicken, and D announced, "One time I ate a real chicken."
"A real chicken?" I asked.
"Yes," he nodded. "It wasn't dead."
Trying not to laugh, or choke in the process, I asked him, "Where were you when you did this?"
"In Illinois," he answered.
He then went on to describe how the chicken was running around in the store, and he chased it, and caught it, and ate it!
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