I Do Not Eat Chicken Nuggets...

announces Mary Clare loudly from the backseat on our way home from daycare. "No you don't," I agree thoughtlessly. "I do not eat chicken nuggets!" she calls once more. "Nope. You don't eat animals," I say still not catching on. "I DO NOT EAT CHICKEN NUGGETS!" she proclaims with more vehemence than is perhaps necessary. The light bulb finally goes off. We're at a stop light. I turn and ask, "Mary Clare, did you eat chicken nuggets?" "Well, uh,hm, yes I did." "Why?" "Well, uh, um, they were widdle and wound and Mama they were yummy in my tummy!" Oh dear.