R has reached that precious age when things about her world are suddenly clicking into place. One of these dawning realities is her getting the concept of death. We have recently had to have “the talk” about how the cute little animals she sees running around the local farm are the ones that show up on our dinner plates. At first, we thought this might give her pause. Perhaps even a temporary (or permanent?) revolt against all things meat.
The verdict?: We certainly don’t have a Lisa Simpson on our hands.
Here is a glimpse into the psyche of our 4-year-old in two acts…
Act 1: Pork
The scene opens on breakfast one sunny Saturday. As we enjoy the unusual treat of bacon, R casually asks what is bacon? Where does it come from? She has previously understood that eggs come out of chickens (but don’t become chickens) and she realizes that this food must also come from an animal. We explain that bacon comes from pigs, as do sausages, hotdogs, and many other (incredibly delicious) foods.
R’s response: “Mmmm, bye-bye little piggies!” (as she stuffs the rest of her bacon into her mouth).
Act 2: Beef
The scene opens on Rebecca in the midst of a “cook day.” In these once a month cookfests, there can be seen vast quantities of meat in various stages of preparation strewn about the kitchen and dining room. As R is studying a pile of steaks, she (again) inquires as to where it comes from. We tell her (again) that beef comes from cows and that hamburgers, steaks, and other food all comes from cows.
R’s response: “I love beef.” (she merrily runs away to play)
I’m glad we don’t have to start preparing vegetarian meals!
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