Out of the mouths of babes...or little boys

I took Jack to the doctor yesterday morning for a sore throat. While we were in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor, Jack started talking about chicken pox for some reason.

He said, "why is it called chicken pucks? Oh, I know why, because you wouldn't want someone to think you were talking about hockey pucks, so they called them chicken pucks".

It was so cute and so full of thought, that I couldn't correct him! What a guy!