You just can't make this stuff up!

Earlier today, while cleaning out and around the inside chickens kennel (again!).

Me:"Whew, the chickens are stinky. Thank goodness we won’t have them here much longer."
Ben:"Why not?"
"We’ll butcher them in a few weeks."
"What’s butcher?"
"We’ll kill them and then we’ll eat them. It’s kind of like when Papa goes hunting, and brings us back deer meat."
"Hmm." (with contemplative look)
"Chicken is really yummy. Besides, we do not have room for them this winter, so they’ll have to be butchered."
"But not Houdini, he’s an inside chicken, because he’s mean."
"Yep, and that’s why we have to butcher him, because he’s too mean to put with the other chickens."
"But the black chickens aren’t mean."
"No, but they aren’t very smart, either. They’ll taste good, you’ll like them."
"But not Houdini. Because he’s an inside chicken and I like him very much."
*pause* on my part
"Fine, he’s your chicken. You take care of him."
Silence (I have no idea what happened for these moments, as my back was turned away from him)
"Well, I believe he will taste very yummy."
"Me, too, kiddo."
and I came straight to the computer. :)