We were eating dinner with my French friend one evening when my son was about seven years old, and she had made escargot. She brought it in on a plate, and my son looks at it, looks at her, turns pale and says, "SNAILS?!?!?"

She says, "Dylan, mon ami, in France snails are a delicacy."

He doesn't miss a beat and says, "Janique, my friend, in Wyoming snails are pets."

We almost died laughing.