My dear friend who shall remain nameless (except to be called Aren- K Edler-Ay) recently took our kindergarten sons to lunch.
Having apparently not been sufficiently warned about my son’s epic pickiness (the boy hasn’t eaten a vegetable since it came from a baby food jar) she took them to a local sushi restaurant (I KNOW, right?!?!)!
When she asked if he liked chicken, he asked “What shape is it”? (With the only acceptable answers being “Dinosaur”, “Strip” or “Nugget”)!