Playing With Food Comes Organ-ically

(My mom always liked to tease me about how I like to eat all of my chicken. I find a kidney in my chicken and I don’t like to eat it because it tastes weird. So I roll it around my fingers instead.)

Mom: “What is that?!”

Me: “I dunno. It was in my chicken. Looks like a kidney. It’s shaped like one.”

Mom: *totally freaking out* “EW! STOP PLAYING WITH IT!”

Me: “Why not?”

Mom: “It’s not nice to the chicken!”

Me: “Mom, I’m eating chicken that you cooked. I think it’s beyond past feeling.”

Mom: “STOP! I SAID, STOP!”

(I stopped, and she gave me a look a disgust like I was the most disgusting thing to play with a chicken’s kidney, and went off. She isn’t the squeamish sort either and she loves eating chicken too, so I don’t know what got into her…)