Dinner at our table

We are ravenously devouring our Santa Fe White Chili (with chicken) when our dinner conversation turned into this....

Mommy: I guess C likes the chicken.
Daddy: Of course, he's an animal.
K: Animals go in the barn daddy.
Daddy: I don't think he'd fit (referring to K's little toy barn).
K: They go in the barn daddy.
Daddy: Not all animals go in the barn. Do tigers go in the barn?
K: No.
Daddy: Do horses go in the barn?
K: Yeah.
Daddy: Do snakes go in the barn?
K: No.
Daddy: Do chickens go in the barn?
K: No.
Daddy: Where do chickens go?
K: Chickens go in the *unintelligible two-year-old mumble*
Mommy: What was that K? Where do chickens go?
K: Chickens go in the BOWL!