gor[b] Paul Gorbould: Words and Pictures

2Apr/076

Eat me

A week ago my sister, a vegetarian, came over to spend the day with the kids. At lunch, she mentioned that she doesn't eat meat. The kids asked why not, and she said that she doesn't want to eat animals.

My wife and I have mentioned the origins of meat before, but haven't exactly dwelled on it. So I wasn't sure how the kids would react, but they didn't say much.

A few days later, the two of them are having hot dogs for lunch, and they bring meat up again. We brace ourselves for some awkward questions.

5-year-old: "Was this hot dog made out of animals?"

Mom: "Yes."

5-year-old: "I hope it wasn't made out of pigs."

Mom: "Hmm?"

5-year-old: "Pigs have mud on them."

Mom: "Ah."

3-year-old: "It's OK. Before they make them into hot dogs, they chop off their muddy little hooves."

5-year-old: "Oh, OK."

Both: (Munch munch munch.)

Hot Dog Piggies

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