My daughter looked at probably the 20th roasted chicken she's ever seen in her life and exclaimed, "Froggie!" I corrected her and told her it was a chicken. As I cut up the bird, she continued. "Froggie! Froggie legs", she noted as she pointed to the chicken wings. "No honey, they are chicken wings." "Froggie arms," she persisted as she pointed to the drum sticks. "No, those are chicken legs." "Ribbit Ribbit." "Ok, honey, we're having froggie for dinner." "Mommy funny. Yummy chicken." Did my child just psych me out?