My three-year-old nephew Judah recently tried to order some chicken hands at a restaurant. It took some time before people realized that what he wanted was actually chicken fingers and if you think about it, that's really no stranger than chicken hands.
It kind of looks like a). we tried to get crafty with the clippers and turn him into a real cool punk, b). he was caught in some kind of act of harlotry and must now suffer this branding, not unlike the scarlet letter, or c). he has a horrible skin disorder that reminds me of the same skin disorder that I ran into head-first and full-tilt as a kid at the beach.