An Officeboy dialogue, which occurred more-or-less as written between my son and myself last night.
Officeboy: “Flies are bad bugs.”
Me: “They don’t do us much good, it’s true.”
OB: “If there’s poop outside, flies will walk in poop, and then bring poop inside your house on their feet.”
Me: “I suppose so.”
OB: “So they’re bad!”
Me: “They’re part of the food chain though. I guess birds eat them.”
OB: “Birds eat flies?”
Me: “Sure.”
OB: “Flies eat poop!”
Me: “Indeed.”
OB: “Birds eat poop!”
Me: “Well, indirectly… but we eat birds.”
OB: “We do?”
Me: “Sure. Turkey, chickens, those are birds we eat.”
OB: “But not when they’re alive.”
Me. “Um. Correct. We do not eat birds when they’re alive.”
OB: “The birds’ owners would be mad.”
Me: “Ha. I bet they would.”
OB, confidently: “They would call 911.”
Me: “… Yes. If someone looked out their window and saw you in their yard eating one of their chickens alive, it would not surprise me if they called 911.”
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