About 3 weeks ago, kid #3's guinea pig died. Pretty sure the poor thing keeled over with shock when it saw a possum walk past; either that or it got sick of the cat sitting on it's cage.
#3 was most upset. He loves animals and he'd only had the thing for 3 months - a present from Santa, no less. That night after a long day of consoling and tear-drying, I decided to splurge and bought some fish for dinner. The following conversation ensued:
#3 - "Is this real fish?"
Me - "Yeah. I don't think there is such thing as fake fish except maybe in a McDonalds burger."
#3 - "Real fish, just like my Fishy?" (yes, his fish is called Fishy. The guinea pig was called Guinea)
Me - "Well no, not quite. Fishy is a bit small to eat. This is a really big fish from the ocean."
#3 - "But it's real?"
Me - "Yes"
#3 - "Did you kill it?"
Me - "Not personally, no. The fisherman who sold it to the supermarket did that."
#3 - "I'm not eating it."
Me - "Put some tomato sauce on it." (for #3, tomato sauce normally solves everything)
#3 - "I'm not eating it because it's real fish and it's dead and someone killed it. I'm never eating real animals ever again."
Me - "So, you want to be a vegetarian?"
#3 - "I'm still not going to eat vegetables either, but I'm not eating animals"
...and that was that. At age 7.
I seriously thought it would last a day or two, but no. He's determined. So I found fake nuggets, fake sausages and a few other fake things, all of which he eats.
I tested him at Bunnings when the kids had a sausage from the sausage sizzle. He asked for a soda instead.
I tested him at McDonalds, he had a cheese burger without the meat (yes, they'll do that for ya)
And that's how 2 big meat eaters ended up with a vegetarian kid.
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