Last night I made Italian Beef for dinner. My kids always complain that all I ever cook is chicken so, they were in carnivore heaven.
The Girl, with meat on her fork that's poised in the air says, "Where does this come from?"
"A cow." I reply, forgetting that she is such an animal lover that she often doesn't want to know where her meat comes from.
She stopped her fork in mid-air and I watched as her facial expressions changed from shock, to uncertainty, to acceptance in the span of two seconds. She quickly said, "It's good!" and we all had a good laugh.
The subject quickly changed, as it tends to go:
Me: Dissection isn't so bad. I dissected a frog and a fish in high school, and I actually enjoyed it.
The Girl: Dad dissected a pig!
The Mister: No, actually a pig kidney.
The Boy: I could never do that.
The Mister: Sure you could. Dissection is good, because you can learn all about how things work.
The Boy: What else have you dissected?
The Mister: Hmm... lets see. I dissected a frog, and a goat...Oh! and a human. (in graduate school)
The Girl: HE WAS ALIVE!!!???
Dinner. It's rarely dull.
