Setting: Selected schools around the valley provide free lunch for children 0 - 18 years old. My sister likes to take all the kids down to the Junior High to eat so they don't eat her out of house and home. On this particular day, crispidoras were served. As my sister was driving back home, Trent was still gnawing on what was left of his.
Trent: Aunt Jonnie, what are crispadoras made of?
Jonnie: (not hesitating) Cat. Why?
Trent: What??!! (chucking the crispadora out the window)
Caitrin: I don't see what the problem is. You eat pig.
Jonnie: Why did you throw that out the window? I was only joking!! It's made from cow, hamburger, ground beef.
Trent: Aunt Jonnie, I don't feel so good.
She had to pull the car over from laughing so hard.
I'm not sure if I should be upset at the fact that Trent actually believed my sister, or concerned with Caitrin not caring that it could possibly be a domesticated household animal...
