Who is the smarter here?

When my now-seventeen year old was four, he hated fish sticks so imagine the family’s surprise one dinner time when he rapidly consumed six of them. He said they were chicken sticks and we all felt we could wait until he was twenty-one before we set him straight. One Friday I 'slipped' and told the children I was putting fish sticks in the oven for their lunch. Marc heard and yelled, “I hate fish sticks!” Then he pulled me down and whispered in my ear, “Just call them chicken sticks, Mom.”!