So we're sitting at dinner one night. I had made deeee-lish grilled pork tenderloin with a rockin' rub and a jalepeno honey sauce, and Exhibit B, who was 6 at the time, says, "Mom, what is this called again?" So I tell him it's pork tenderloin. He thinks for a moment and asks if it's like a pork chop. Yup, kinda. Then he says, serious as a heart attack, "I can't remember what animal pork comes from. Is it squirrel?"
I love kids.