Chicken

So tonight while I was preparing my chicken for dinner, Carson asks if he can help me. I NEVER say yes to that, so when I did tonight he was REALLY excited. He rushed to wash his hands, (without a reminder, I was proud of that!) and then grabbed a perry knife and his own cutting board. He sits down next to me and I tell him to cut off all the white. I had already cut off most of it, and was just leaving him VERY little to do himself...I wanted to have dinner cooked within a reasonable time. He starts cutting away and being very meticulous. Then he asks me if I was leaving the hardest part for him, because this was hard work. I told him no, look at what they start like, and I procede to turn the breast over and show him the red and white "chubbles" on it. He gets instantly disgusted and says, "what is that red (stressing ea word)!" I told him that's where they cut it from the chicken and I just like to make it cleaner. He gets this disgusted look on his face and says, "We are actually eating a chicken!?! This is from a real chicken!?!" I stop and look at him thinking he is kidding, and it becomes very clear he is not. We eat chicken for about half of our meals, for his entire life! I started laughing, and he tells me, "Don't laugh. That is disgusting. I cannot believe we are really eating a chicken." Oh my, I have alot to teach this week. Where does our food come from 101. I hope we can get them to eat next week. I might have just produced some vegetarians!!!