One day last week I decided to fry myself some chicken livers one day for lunch, for all those good-for-baby (and mama) reasons.
I made some mac and cheese for the boys and set the plate of livers on the table just to see what would happen. My boys aren't usually ones to turn down food and sure enough, they all just assumed they were for everyone and loaded their plates.
When they asked, "What is this?", I gave an honest-enough answer:
They accepted that answer, and I suppose based on size and shape, they decided they were eating.... chicken nuggets!
Before I knew it they were all eating their chicken and discussing their lunch with "chicken nugget" this, and "chicken nugget" that.
Every time somebody said "chicken nugget" I had to hold in a smile.
"Can I have another chicken nugget?"
But the best was the following exchange between Dale and Alan:
"Why do these look different from other chicken nuggets?"
"Because they are homemade!!"
And now you know... which part is the 'nugget'! :)