It is breakfast. We are having bacon and eggs.
Crappy Boy picks up his fork, looks down at his plate and asks:
He knows this already.
I wonder where this is heading.
Oh. So that is where this is heading.
I could explain that most eggs in grocery stores are unfertilized.
But then I’ll have to talk about fertilization. And roosters. This path only leads to roosters and chickens having sex.
It is way too early for poultry sex. I haven’t even had my coffee.
Too late. He already made the jump.
Back History: My parents had a little hobby farm when I was young (now it would be called “sustainable homesteading” but they did it before it was a cool thing with a name) where they raised a steer named Happy among a few other animals over the years. Then we ate him. Or, I should say they ate him. I became a vegetarian the moment “Happy” meatballs showed up in spaghetti one night. I was twelve.
Five years later I ate some bacon and that was the end of it all. Bacon as a gateway meat is common. They call bacon the “vegetarian’s kryptonite” even.
So now you know where I’m coming from. I don’t care if my kids become vegetarians or wrestlers or whatever. They will make their own choices.
I remind him that some of his friends are vegan. That people make these choices for themselves.
He listens and nods. But as I’m talking, I notice him absentmindedly pick up a strip of bacon. Just moments after he proclaimed that he will not eat animals.
So I quickly say:
But he just takes a bite and shrugs.
And then says:
Yep. It’s always the bacon!