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A couple bovine-related bits

Henry shared with us the latest discovery on his path to finding a sense of humor:

Q: What do cows do for fun?

A: They go to the mooooooovies! (and then, for 20 minutes after, we get to hear him moooooing hysterically)

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On Friday evening, as Henry was eating dinner, we started discussing where meat comes from. Here's how it went.

Henry: So does the meat grow in their tummy and then we get it that way?

Mommy: Not exactly, no. What happens is farmers raise the cows until they get really big, then ... uh, we, uh... (ok, so I stumbled for a bit, then decided there was no way to sugar-coat it and was totally honest with him) then they go to a place where they are killed and cut up and sent to the store where we buy it and cook it and eat it.

Henry: (Speechless, screwing up his face and, for a brief moment, turning slightly green)

Mommy: Are you OK? Does that bother you? I know it sounds kind of gross and mean. Do you want to be a vegetarian now?

Henry: (Still scrunching up his nose) Well, NO. I like meat. It's goooooood.

Comments

Tom Myler (scoodog) said…
Great story!! Way too cute!!
7:39 PM
Brianne said…
LOL LOL LOL LOL that's just too funny - reminds me of the Friends episode when Rachel made a trifle with beef. Then at the end Joey was all, "What's not to like? Fruit? Gooooood. Cream? Gooood. Beef? GOOOOOD!"
9:44 PM
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