For the Fourth of July, I had to stop at the store to pick up a few items. We were having the grandparents over, and while we were being provided with a lot of essentials, there were things that were necessary to make it a lovely day.
Alex and I went into the store, him plopped in the little seat in the cart (if anyone asks, he’s 35 pounds. I’m sticking to that.), me holding my phone with the Groceries App list open.
As we were picking up berries for maybe the best fruit tart ever, Alex excitedly said, “Mommy! You have to get more raspberries because they look sooooo good.”
I agreed, and we grabbed an extra half pint of raspberries just because.
An older man was picking out strawberries right next to us and commented that he loves to see kids excited about healthy food. I agreed, and we went on our way around the store.
One thing is for sure, that kid could almost entirely survive on fruit if I would let him. Particularly berries, and particularly when they are in season.
But he also loves most other food. Honestly, I can’t complain about him as an eater. There are days when he won’t eat, but there are days when he scarfs down whatever I put in front of him. His favorite snack is a salad.
In the car on the way home from the grocery store, Alex was asking me about what our meal would be that evening. I told him we were having cheeseburgers, which he loves. “What are burgers made out of? Cow?”
“Yes. Most hamburgers are made with beef, which is from a cow.”
“And the cow is dead? Someone kills it?”
“Well, yes. The cow is dead. Someone has to kill it to get the meat.”
Alex made a frowny face and declared, “That’s not nice. Why can’t we just take the meat without killing the animal?”
I tried to explain how much that would hurt the animal. How we can’t just chop off a piece of a living creature.
“Mommy, that sounds mean. I don’t want to eat animal ever again.”
I told him that was fine! He could eat his berries and have corn on the cob for dinner.
He asked me if he could have some cheese for a snack when we got home because apparently thinking about where food comes from made him hungry. I told him of course, and then he asked me about cheese. How it’s made. I reminded him that the cheese we eat comes from either cows or goats, primarily. We went into…details.
“Oh. Mommy? I’m never eating meat again OR milk from animals.”
“Okay, sweetie. Berries and corn for dinner it is!”
“Oh, I can’t eat a cheeseburger?”
“Well, our cheeseburgers are made with cheese and ground beef, both from a cow.”
“Oh. Mommy? I want to eat a cheeseburger, but I don’t want to eat any other animals.”
“Okay, sweetie. You can eat a cheeseburger and no other animals. …so, no more chicken nuggets, okay?”
“Chicken nuggets are chickens! I will only eat chicken nugget chickens and cheese burgers.”
We then discussed bacon. Chicken-thigh kebabs. Sausage. Eggs. His favorite food in the world: goat cheese.
Let’s just say, this kid isn’t going to become a vegan any time soon. Kid likes his meat, and I don’t think he will ever give up goat cheese.