Tonight at dinner we had a great dinner of ribs, corn on the cob, grilled sourdough bread, and oriental salad. However, the boys kept referring to the meat as chicken, which they often do and often we don’t correct them. Shame on us, but it gets them to eat whatever meat we are serving if they think it is somehow related to a chicken nugget.
However, tonight, in the middle of the dinner, Marc leaned over close to Andrew and whispered, “Do you want to know a secret? It’s not chicken, it’s pig.”
I wasn’t sure how it was going to go over telling Andrew the truth about what he was eating, but he just kinda sat there with a funny grin on his face. So Marc continued…
“And do you want to know another secret? When you eat a hamburger, that’s a cow?!”
Again, the funny little grin. Not much said and well, we ended up letting it drop and continued on with our dinner.
About 10 minutes later, long after we had forgotten about what animals we were eating, Andrew leans over to Marc and whispers…
“Do you want to know a secret? When you eat french fries… that’s ZEBRA!”