Jsun: I got you babies for your birthday. Six of them. I got you sextuplets for your birthday.
Me: Gross! You better not have! Are they for cooking?
Jsun: Yes. Babies are for braising.
Me: Silly man! You don't braise babies. Babies are tender, they don't need to be braised.
Jsun: You're right. Babies are the Cornish game hens of cannibalism.
Me: It's Science.