Miriam Becomes a Vegetarian

Simon was playing with his farm animal math counters at dinner this evening (not doing math by the way, he was making farm pens for them out of crayons). He asked me which animal ham came from, I answered, and that began the protest of Miriam. 

“No, Momma!” she exclaimed. Her expression clearly showing the horror of such a thing. “We don’t eat animals! We can’t eat the animals!”

Now, really how do you answer that? I have found myself leaning in a non-animal eating way myself, but not because I feel bad for the animals. I’m just getting a little concerned about the commercial process, however I am not ready to risk missing the proper protein requirement just yet. I need to some time to figure out how to do things the right way. I have growing children to think of and Simon needs all the help he can get in the height department.

That, however is much too long and wordy of an answer for a three year old. My simple answer was that God gave us the animals to eat, and what would we eat if we couldn’t eat meat?

She answers with no hesitation,”Pizza”

But of course, how could I have overlooked that solution?