Equal Rights for Chickens!

Yesterday we passed by a big truck hauling cages stuffed with live chickens. Feathers flew through the air as the chickens struggled for some comfort in their close quarters.
"That's funny," Ethan said with an amused smirk.
"That's NOT funny!" Asa retorted. "That's sad! Ethan, those chickens don't get to live on a farm anymore. Now they have to live in those little cages on that truck!"
"No they don't Asa," Ethan replied in a slightly condescending tone, "that truck is taking them somewhere so somebody can kill them and fry 'em up!"
Asa gasped in shock and horror. "You mean they're going to kill them to death?!?"
"Yep," Ethan said matter-of-factly, "what do you think we're eating when we eat 'chicken'?"
"But that's sad," Asa argued, "and it's bad. You should never eat animals. Or fry them! Mommy, when we get home, I want you to throw all of our chicken away that's in the freezer. I'm never eating chicken again!"
"What will you eat when we go to Chick-Fil-A?" I asked him.
"Just french fries."
"Are you sure about that....no more chicken strips for you?" I asked, just to clarify.
"No. I am never eating chicken again, not even if you make me!" He crossed his chubby little arms, set his face to a defiant frown, and squinted his eyes at me in the rearview mirror.
"And I'm not eating eggs either," he added as a point-enhancing afterthought.

I'm curious to see how long this conviction stands. And how long it takes for Ethan to tell him where hamburgers come from...