Eatin' Chick'n.

Children, you may have noticed that I, your mother, do not eat meat products. This is not, as you may have suspected, because of an abiding love for animals that I harbor in my breast. In fact, I do not like animals very much; it is this very dislike that prevents me from eating them.


I don't want them living in my house, and I don't want them dying in my oven. It's very simple. Anyway, your father is kind enough to accommodate my choices. Here we are enjoying a casual dinner he prepared, which consists of stir-fried vegetables, fish filets with mayonnaise (for him), and chick'n fingers (for me).

Oh, and also some of us decided to wear "poncho-style" garments to this meal, which may surprise you, as you know we have a strict no-ponchos rule in our house these days. Guess why I had to make that rule.

Siiiigh.