Ok yes, we eat chicken skins. There, I said it. We season them, crisp them up and rip them right off the bird. And they are delicious. Horribly unhealthy but delicious.
But we don’t give them to Cooper because we’re trying to do the right thing.
Then again, I suppose the really right thing to do would be to not eat them at all. Certainly not in front of the boy. Because clearly he’s no dummy and can sniff out the decadent deliciousness we are so callously eating without him.
Nobody tells you that being a role model includes giving up chicken skins.