A couple of days ago Doc Brown and I went out for pizza on a mommy/son date. As we began to eat Doc asked me where pepperoni comes from.
"Um, I think it comes from pigs."
Silence. Chewing.
"Mommy, how does the farmer get the pepperoni out of the pig?"
Silence. I stopped chewing. Now here's my dilemma: do I give my son and those dining around us a graphic description of how that yummy piece of pepperoni made it from Babe to Doc's pizza? Or do I lie and say "I don't know"?
Here's the best response I could come up with: "Well, honey, I've never actually seen a farmer get pepperoni from a pig." What my answer lacked in information more than made up for in truth because (thank God) I really never have seen a slaughterhouse before.
I thought I was in the clear when Doc got quiet for a few moments (I should have known better).
"You know what, Mommy? Maybe pigs have the same things that cows have that squirt out the milk. And maybe there's a special one for pepperoni."
If this was supposed to be a teaching moment then I failed because instead of going into the finer points of the livestock process from farm to grocery store I said...
"Boy, would that be something?"
I'm hoping he never asks me where hot dogs come from.
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Ah, the dilemmas of being a parent [smile].
~Luke
Sometimes kids can throw you for a loop. Our oldest asked at age 4, "When is God's birthday?" And he meant what day and year was he born. Try explaining that one:)
That was probably smart on your part. He'll figure out the truth soon enough. Ollie is usually brutally honest concerning questions like that and Joe spent a few months as a total vegan as a result. Seriously.
ba-ha-ha!
or babies and how they get into the tummy.
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