Chicken is meat?

Ry and I ventured home to College Station this past weekend to visit with my mom and dad. Our trip coincided with their homeowner’s association’s annual pool party, so Ry and I got to tag along. (Ry never misses a chance to get in a pool - hence we swam 4 times in 2.5 days) The pool party was a potluck, so we got to taste many wonderful dishes prepared by Mom and Dad’s neighbors. Now, although I don’t eat meat, the rest of the family does (well, they eat chicken, I don’t generally allow them to eat beef at all... except for B, who can eat beef if he wants - but only if he can choke it down between pointed glares and frightening statistics from me). Anyway, I got her a little fried chicken drumstick and lots of fruit and veggies. Ry ate up all the other food on her plate, but eyed the chicken leg warily. Finally, she gingerly picked it up and said
“Mommy, what’s this?”
“ah, it’s chicken.”
“Chicken?” Ry queried and started to nibble... on the small bony end
“No, no Ry, you eat the middle part - that’s where all the meat is.”
“Meat? But we don’t eat meat.”
“Well, no, Ry, I don’t eat meat, but you like chicken meat”
“Chicken is meat?”
She warily held the leg aloft for me to snap a photo, then it remained on her plate until I threw it away. Later I asked her why she didn’t eat it.
“Mom, it was on a BONE!”
As my dad laughingly observed - she’s no country girl! And maybe she is a bit too sheltered - when she gobbles up tofu, sashimi and flax seed but balks at chicken on a bone...