Slippery Chicken

Very, VERY infrequently, my children aren't perfect angels. One day chicken was what Pippy wanted for lunch. When I gave it to her, she went hysterical. It took a while to even calm her enough to understand what she was saying.

Pippy: "Slippery Chicken!!!"

Me: "We don't have any Slippery Chicken."

Pippy: " But I want Slippery Chicken!!!!!!"

I finally figured out that Slippery Chicken is a grilled chicken leg. So when we have bone-in chicken for dinner, we all get excited and say we're having slippery chicken for dinner.