My seven-year-old son tends to be fairly sensitive and very empathetic. He and I were at the grocery store to pick up something for supper. I thought a rotisserie chicken and veggies would be the cure for a quick meal. I picked one up, and my son was excited because he likes chicken.
We walked a few steps, and he mentioned he felt sorry for the chicken who was killed. Later at supper he repeated this sentiment. I told him if he was that sorry, he could pass on the meat but he had to learn to eat more beans and other protiens. "No mom. I like chicken. I just wish they didn't have to be mean and kill them. Maybe they can just take chunks out of them without killing them." After thinking on that for a while, I'm considering becoming a vegetarian--ha! ha!
Maybe they can just take chunks out of them without killing them.
ReplyDeleteThat made me laugh so hard. I imagined this chicken walking around with a big chunk missing from its side.