Excuse me waiter, there´s something in my soup!

Last night, as many times before, Pedro brought home food from his parents´ restaurant. When I asked him what he had brought for dinner, he started to list off dishes and they were all things I had eaten many times before. As I started opening the containers, Pedro began telling me what he wanted to eat. He picked up the soup container and pointed out the CHICKEN FOOT that was at the bottom! GROSS! I tried to explain to him that for me, it´s like finding a finger in your soup, but he didn´t care. Well, he better enjoy it now, because he´ll never see another chicken foot in his soup after he moves to the U.S.!