THIS post, which is VERY funny, reminded me of a very familiar childhood story which I’d like to share at this interval.
One night, when I was about ten years old, my mother had made some very delicious hamburgers for dinner. We all gathered around our much too large oak dining room table, much too large is actually an understatement, the thing had three leafs, I think, and was meant to sit like 15 people (we had 4 if we were lucky). Anyway, so I sit down at this ginormous table, my sister about 6 feet away from me is plunked down too, and we begin to eat. Now I am not one to keep my mouth shut, I am always noticing things/places/people and I do have a tendency to perpetuate debate. I think as a child I would even instigate it at times to see what type of reaction I could get out of the adults around me–sometimes I think I was actually smarter than them and I used this knowledge to have a little fun. So, I’m looking outside at the large pasture next door. We of course did not live on a farm, but our neighbors did and had beef cattle they would randomly rotate between the front and back pasture. On this given day, those beef cattle happened to be in the front pasture. Looking at my burger, and then my little sister, I blurted out, “Guess what’s for dinner?” Then with a turn of my head, “That’s what’s for dinner, right there.” It was one of those cynical moments, like the kid from the Christmas Story who nags on his Dad about his sexy leg lamp. That was it, my sister set down her burger and she vowed herself a vegetarian henceforth–at the ripe ol’ age of 5.
But the story doesn’t end here, my Mother thought she was going through a dietary phase and it seriously concerned her that her McDonald’s Chicken McNugget child (this was probably the only thing she ate for the first 4 years of her life) was refusing anything animal/meat related. So she did what every Mother probably would have done (except for me of course)–she lied. She picked the one meat my sister hadn’t eaten in her short little life, tuna fish, and she concocted a story that it grew in a garden.
My sister was smart, just like me. She marched to school the very next day, and she asked her kindergarten teacher if this was a truth or lie (apparently young children can easily identify meat products). When she found out that indeed, tuna fish swims in the sea and does not grow roots in a garden amidst the tomato plants she was very angered. She would not eat a single bite of anything my Mom cooked her for a solid 3-month, if not longer, period. I can honestly remember sitting at that HUGE dining table (I still can’t figure out why my mom bought that thing) watching my sister “pick” through her food for any meat particles mixed in with other things.
Eventually my mother gave up, bought protein powder, and taught my sister how to eat tofu and applesauce. To this day though, some fifteen years later my sis still hasn’t touched meat (with the exception of a few experiences involving “accidents” and vomit sessions). And to this day, I am still blamed for it too.
My final word, at least I was honest.