Not-So-Deep Thought

So, tonight, I was eating a leftover (a.k.a. small) piece of chicken for dinner since my mom forgot I had counterpoints tonight and dinner wasn't going to be ready until I already left. I didn't feel like I needed to cut up the chicken so I just grabbed it all by a stab with the fork and starting biting off pieces. Enter Mom.

Mom: Sam, cut up your chicken.
Me: Why? Whether I do or not, it all goes to the same place.
Mom: That doesn't have anything to do with what I was saying.

It does, you just have to think about it for awhile.