posted on May, 29 2013 @ 11:20 AM
Oh, ATS. This was too funny not to share.
I am at school today, cleaning out the room and working on school related stuff. My son (he's 6) came with me, so when lunch time rolled around we
headed to a local home-style restaurant. My son ordered the chicken platter, which comes with three chicken strips, corn, green beans, and a piece of
bread. We sat down and began to eat our meal.
My son is at that stage where he asks questions about everything. Today's questions have all focused on "What is that made of?" We've discussed
buildings, cars, trees, signs, banks, paper, you name it. But he's not content with just saying "That's made of metal," he wants details. Lots
and lots of details.
So we're eating lunch in the crowded restaurant when I notice a look of suspicion cross my son's face. He put down his chicken strip, took a sip of
water, and slowly asked me, "Where did this chicken come from?"
Now, ATS, we've had this talk many times with my son. He loves ham and knows it comes from pigs. He knows cows give milk and are made into
hamburger. He knows chicken comes from chickens...but this must have been the first time he really made the connection...that the chicken strip in
his hand once was a real, live chicken.
I explained this as quietly as possible. My son, however, wanted more details. He proceeded to ask, quite loudly, "You mean they take a chicken and
kill it and take the blood out and put a hole in it and take the chicken out and THAT's what I'm EATING?"
By now everyone in the immediate vicinity is looking our way, my son is staring in horror at his plate, and I'm squirming in my seat. I leaned and
over and whispered that yes, chicken strips come from real chickens and to please lower his voice.
He looked at me, looked back at the plate, and then replied, "Right. I'm not hungry anymore."
Apparently several people lost their appetites, as we weren't the only ones who decided to leave at that particular moment.