Hanukkah, festival of many observations

We had a lot of homework this week so on the first night on Hanukkah we could not pull off our usual fancy dinner. Instead we ate: latkes from a mix, roast chicken from the grocery store, glazed carrots, applesauce from a jar and donuts. Not quite the Hanukkah I aspire to... but it will have to do.

Ben noticed that the chicken had a hole in it (from the skewer it is cooked on):
Ben: That must be where it was shot!
Me: What? No, no. They don't shoot the chicken!
Ben: Then they cook it while it's still ALIVE?!?!?!
Me: No.
Ben: So how does it die?
Me: (sheepishly) They cut its head off.
Ben stares at me in absolute horror and amazement as if to say, 'How is that better than shooting it?!'

Not a few minutes later Ben dips his latke in the applesauce. "Oh, now I get it. The latke dipped in the applesauce represents a cross!"
Wrong holiday, child. Wrong metaphor.