I BBQ some chicken the other day. Everybody liked it and Einar (who appears to be in a growth-spurt again) gobbled his down in record time.
Later when he is clearing the table, he notices a tiny red spot on one of the chicken bones.
"What's that?" with a certain distancing in the tone of his voice indicating that he thinks he might have found something that is disgusting... like blood.
"Oh," I say, "that's just cooked hemoglobin, it was in the chickens blood, but now it is all cooked and there is no blood left, just the red of the hem."
There is a long pause. You can see the gears grinding, known facts looked up, the results computed, double checked, and the final answer reviewed since it is so startling.
To independent sets of information has finally been merged: (a) we sometimes eat a dish called "chicken", and (b) there is a cute type of bird called "chicken". The realization that the two different uses of "chicken" refers to the same thing is mind blowing. He doesn't doubt the truth of it, but the implications... wow!
"You mean we eat chicken?... from chicken?! Yuck!! That's Gross!!"
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