My husband is a bit of a city boy, which often brings some bits of amusement into my life. This particular conversation about eggs jumps out…

Michael insisted that “you don’t need to refrigerate them, they come out of the chicken hot.”
This is technically true, if you don’t wash the protective film off and they have never been refrigerated. But I think the subtlety of that was lost on him based on his next statement.
“I know, I know… Chickens are cold blooded.”

It kept getting better. Weeks later, the following happened as we sat in the food court at the mall.

“What is feta made from?”
“Cheese.” I wouldn’t disagree if someone were to diagnose me as a smartass.
“From what animal?”
“I dunno. Cow. Goat. Chicken.”
“Chickens don’t give milk. ”
“I don’t know that you know that. You thought chickens were cold blooded. ”
“Birds are cold blooded. They are amphibians. There’s more than one kind of cold blooded.”

I’m kinda curious how many kinds of cold blooded that there are.