Several months ago, I started a new weekly theme: Sundays Are For Sebastian. Sebastian is my five year old and he says some of the funniest things–we have no idea where he gets his material since his mother and I are rather boring, serious people.
We had a few discussions this week about Thanksgiving and its meaning. Many of the discussions eventually came down to one thing for Sebastian: eating turkey. One one such occasion, Tammy took the opportunity to point out to him that eating turkey also means that the turkey needs to be killed.
Tammy: “You know that a lot of the food we eat requires killing the animal.”
Sebastian: “Like what? Turkeys? That’s OK, they’re ugly.”
Tammy: “What about chicken?”
Sebastian: “Not as ugly as a turkey, but pretty ugly.”
Tammy: “You like bacon and sausage, that comes from pigs.”
Sebastian: “No problem, pigs are ugly.”
Tammy: “And cows?”
Sebastian: “Oh no! Cows are cute! We should not kill cows!”
Tammy: “Well that means no more hamburgers.”
Sebastian: “Oh. Really?”
Tammy: “Yes. Really.”
Sebastian: “What about warthogs, can we make hamburgers out of warthogs? They are really ugly.”
Tammy: “No, not really.”
Sebastian: “I guess it is OK to kill cows then.”