You know those kids who are horrified to find out at the
dinner table that, once upon a time, their food had been a living chicken or
cow. I hear some of these children even become vegetarians on the spot, though
I haven’t met one.
Well, our kids are the exact opposite. Tonight at supper we had beef ribs. Elena
asked what they were so I was explaining to her where they come from. I started
by pointing out our own ribs, and she interrupts with, “Are we eating a person?” To which
we immediately replied, “No! It’s beef. We don’t eat people.”
But wait, it gets worse: One of the kids (I can’t remember
which one) came back with, “Why not?”
I guess in raising children, I just didn’t expect to ever
need to have the “why cannibalism is wrong” conversation. The things they fail
to include in those parenting books…
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