Another Classic Moment, Courtesy the Kid

My mom took my little brother to Burger King for lunch. They were out running errands and decided to stop between Target and Kroger.

Once there, the kid decided he wanted chicken, because he had always ordered hamburgers before. Upon receiving the chicken, the following conversation took place:

"Zach, is something wrong?"

"These are shaped funny."

"I know. Just eat them."

"They smell funny."

"What do they smell like?"

"They. . . they. . . they smell like a lady's privates."

"Zach."

"Smell!"

Sure enough, they smelled fishy, but how the hell does a five-year-old come to associate that with feminine odor?

There must be some nasty-ass women working at his preschool. That's all I gotta say.