He sees poultry people

At the dinner table, as we eat pasta with meatballs…

Morris: “Mommy, can I drive it?”

Me: ???

Morris: “Mommy, can I drive it?”

Me: “Can you drive it?”

Morris: “Yeah!”

Me: “Drive what, sweetie?”

Morris: “Drive the chicken!”

Me: “Um, sure. But where is the chicken?”

Morris, pointing all over the room: “There and there and there and there and there and there and there! HA HA HA HA HA!”