Dinner conversation tonight:
L.: "Hey remember when Daddy ate those ribs at that restaurant that one time?"
A.: "Yeah, they were kid's ribs!"
Me: "What? No they weren't. They were pig's ribs. Did you think we said "kid" when we said "pig"?"
A.(not at all fazed): "Uh, yeah."
Me (I needed to be sure): "So you actually thought we were eating a kid's ribs?"
A.: "Yup."
So then, while L. was busy busting a gut, I had to try to calmly explain that while we are okay (more or less) with a pig getting slaughtered so we could eat it, we would not ever want a kid to provide our dinner in that particular manner. The crazy thing was, A. apparently did not think anything about this was weird. "Are you serious?" I asked her one last time. "You really thought we were eating kid meat?" She was getting a little exasperated: "Yes!"
I still can't decide whether this is hilarious, or just EXTREMELY disturbing.
5 comments:
Hilarious. Extremely hilarious.
We've since clarified that the A believe the aforementioned ribs were _for_ kids, not from the flank of a child.
Nah, I'm not convinced. We totally set her up by framing the question that way, J.
Anyway, I actually prefer to think that we have a cannibalistic daughter. :)
I would've thought that any leading comments would've been in the direction of goat meat. SURELY that's what A. meant...
"Mommy, when do we get to the end of the world?"
:)
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