We're back to eating chicken at my pad. And of course, there's always a comment. This one was from my nine-year-old son, Bubba.
"Mama, this chicken has fish scales!"
I looked at the kid. "What are you talking about, Bubba. There are no fish scales. Just chicken skin."
"Look, Mama. They're right there." He pointed to some chicken skin on the bone of a drumstick.
"Dude, I'm sorry but those aren't fish scales." Then I asked him a question. "Why would a chicken have fish scales? Fish and chickens are not related."
"Chickens sometimes eat fish that have diseases. If a chicken eats a diseased fish, they can start growing scales. This one obviously ate a bad fish."
Oh. I tried not to laugh. "And where did you learn this?"
"From a book."
Isn't it just amazing what you can learn from a book!