The Big Ear

It's mid afternoon and we've just returned from the grocery store. I've been trying to find something that Layla can chew on that doesn't have laces or rubber soles. I call it, Project: Save the Shoes. She likes the Milk Bone biscuits and is crazy for a small piece of hot dog, which is what I've used to teach her to sit and shake. But she isn't into any of the chewy stuff. Rawhide and such. I ran across a package of Pig Ears at the grocery. My dog used to love those. I figure it will keep Layla busy for at least 20 minutes and maybe satisfy the need to chew on our shoes. For a little while anyway.
So I buy a two pack. Upon returning home, I give her one of the ears and then notice Connor pouting. He's about to start ranting because the puppy was given a treat by someone other than him, but then he stops and says, "What IS that?" I say, "It's a Pig Ear" and then freeze, suddenly realizing that I may have just opened an can of worms I wasn't meaning to open. He doesn't hear me. "What?", he asks. I say, "It's a BIG Ear. That's just what it's called, I dunno" and then quickly drop the subject. A few minutes later I walk past Layla who is eating her pig's ear with gusto and say, "Wow. She really likes that pig ear". Connor starts laughing and says, "Mommy! You just called it a PIG'S EAR and it's a BIG EAR. You are SO silly Mommy!" I nod at him. "You're right, baby. It's a big ear. I am so silly". And then I leave the room, relieved that I'm not suddenly sucked into a conversation that reveals that hamburgers are actually made from cows.