This is a conversation I just had with my 3-year-old daughter M-, who was eagerly awaiting one her favorite lunches-- ham roll-ups.
(For those who want the secret recipe: Take some slices of lunch meat, and roll them up. Serve with whatever other random convenient things you can get a 3-year-old excited about.)
M- (still basking in the affirmation that it would indeed be honey ham): What's this ham made from again? Pigs??
Me: Yep, "ham" means a kind of pig meat.
M- (ridiculously happy, and very sincere): If I see pigs? I'm gonna say, "THANK YOU, pigs!" Because pigs make the MOST delicious food in the WORLD! With their bodies.
To top it off, having recently watched Babe and calmly taken to heart Babe's least-favorite aspect of the movie, she suddenly continued a few moments later, still glowing in anticipation of lunch.
M-: Yeah, that's why they all go on the trucks. ... To go to the factory, where they..... make the ham.
She then proceeded to devour a plateful of them.
You may enjoy my previous M- conversations, (6YO son) D- conversations, and (wife) J- conversations.