One of the nice things about living with my mom is that she does the cooking.
One of the downsides is conversations like these:
My mom: "We're either having eggs or chicken for dinner tonight, and we'll have the other one tomorrow."
Me: "But which comes first, the chicken or the eggs?"
To be fair, I guess it was my fault that the conversation took the dismal turn it did. Yet it seemed like such a reasonable question to ask at the time...
Edit: For those of you keeping score at home, the eggs came first.