Yesterday, as I was preparing the kiddo’s favorite dinner, roast chicken, I was greeted by sudden protest as I was about to put he bird into the oven. “STO—OP! You’re killing him! I won’t eat it!”. I paused, wondering: ”Is this a sign of a future vegetarian on my hands??? Yes!!!”
Then, she PICKED IT UP. Like a baby. Comforted it in gentle tones. “O.k., you can put birdie into the oven now.”
During the roasting and right into dinner, she kept up a onesided conversation with the poor bird, even while she was eating it.
I don’t know what to think.
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