At the grocery store, we see a whole pig, ready for roasting, displayed on a bed of ice.
Mom — B, look at that pig!
B — There’s a pig in here?!
Mom — The one on the ice, there.
B — Ohhhh… (Pause) Why is there a pig at the store?
Mom — People cook them to eat.
B, after a long pause, sounding worried — I’ve never “aten” a pig, have I?