A Squinky conversation
The other day, as Squink and I are heading home he tells me
"Mom, I want a guinea pig"
so I answer
"Oh, yum! we eat those where I come from"
and he says
"No mom, I don't want one to eat"
so I ask,
"What do you do with them if you don't eat them, they are so yummy to eat"
he says
"You take them home and put them in a cage"
so I ask,
"And then you eat them?"
"No" he says,
"you take them out every once in a while and play with them"
so I ask again
"And then do you eat them?"
and he is started to get frustrated with my insisting on eating them
so he says
"NO MOM, you don't eat them in my Arizona!"
4 comments:
"His" Arizona sounds like a pretty decent place to live (even if I don't really care for guinea pigs).
I thought I remembered your being traumatized when you found out you were eating the family pet for dinner? No?
Yes Jordana, though part of the trauma was that they are tasty itty bitty morsels of meat. But then, it was the same with my pet chicken.
Patricia, he has (at last count) four other families that live in "his" Arizona.
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