When we cook spaghetti, I often call it "worms" for the kids' sake. But then this week I took my daughter A out to lunch and we ate spaghetti. She loved it. She was shoveling it in her mouth like crazy and she finally stopped, spaghetti hanging out of her mouth, looked up at me and said:
A: Dad, how do they catch all these worms?
Me: You realize that spaghetti is not actually made of worms, right?
A (giving me a disbelieving stare): Then how do they cook spaghetti?
I was tempted to tell her that it grows on trees, but I refrained. It made me wonder what other jokes I assume the kids understand but that instead give them a warped view of reality.