So, the pup had a field trip today, and I needed to pack her a lunch. I, of course, forgot about it last night while I was at the store, so decided to take her to school after a pitstop of a lunchable of her choice. She was thrilled with that, of course, and who wouldn’t be?<\/p>\n
Naturally, along the way, the pup talked. and talked. and talked.<\/p>\n
She charmed the checker at the store, who asked for her autograph after hearing she’d been on TV – however briefly – during the Astronaut interview. This, of course, made the pup’s day.<\/p>\n
The conversation continued in the car on the way to the school, where I was treated to the following rant. (How proud am I to say she rants, amusingly, already, at age 7? There are no words, man. None at all.)<\/p>\n
“I just think it’s silly,” she said, “to kill a soft fuzzy animal to be made into a hat. Especially when they keep the tail on it? which means they’re wearing an animals BUTT on their HEAD.”<\/p>\n
Really, said I. And what if they’re killing them to eat, or because they need to make the skin into a hat to keep warm?<\/p>\n
“Well. I guess that’s ok, because they need that. But i have to speak for the animals because they don’t have a voice for themselves! And not all of the killing is needed for eating!”<\/p>\n
So you see shades of gray – there are times when it’s ok? And, you know, it tastes like chicken.<\/p>\n
“It does NOT!” Yup, she isn’t quite old enough for that joke. It’s alright, she continued on. “Fish don’t taste like chicken! Taste like FISH. Like Tuna. I like tuna. They better can up some more so you can buy it. I don’t care about the slimey fish anyway, cuz they taste good, but the soft fuzzy animals! People ought to just leave them alone cuz they’re cute n fuzzy! Fish are food! Fuzzy cute things are friends!”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
So there you have it. I’m ever so proud to be raising a convenient activist! Life is forever filled with shades of gray.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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