Jamey prepared a wonderful pork tenderloin on the grill last night - we fixed our plates, sat down to eat, and Stephen says, "What is this?" pointing to the meat.
"It's pork" Jamey replies.
"Pork comes from a PIG!" Ansley adds knowingly.
And then a look of horror comes across Stephen's face. "From a real pig?" he whispers to me with his eyes wide and his forehead scrunched in thought. "Yes, baby. Pork comes from a pig. Remember how chickens give us eggs?"
"'But is the pig dead?" Stephen asks.
"Very dead." Ansley tells him laughing.
"What else comes from a pig, mommy?" he asks.
"Nothing." Jamey quickly said with a look to Ansley that dared her to utter the words "sausage" or "bacon."
She did not say a word.
We let Stephen look at his plate for a minute and then we encouraged him to eat.
"Dip your porkchop in your applesauce and it will not taste like a real pig." Ansley suggests to him.
This apparently satisfies him and he begins to eat his share of the "pig" Perhaps a vegetarian may emerge eventually :)
Ansley was reading her Community Helpers book to us in the car this afternoon. We listened as she read about fireman ('don't be scared of them" she tells Stephen), a policeman ("They don't just take people to jail" she adds) and finally a pastor.
"What is a pastor?" Stephen asks.
"You know, a pastor - like Pastor Chris from church - David's daddy."
"Oh yes" he says. "But what does a pastor do?"
Ansley replies, "A Pastor can be a boy or a girl. He shakes everyone's hand no matter what. And he tells you God is not mad at you forever."'
God isn't mad at us forever and pork comes from a pig. Big lessons at the Duke house this week. Lessons for everyone - big and small.
1 comment:
laughing again....your kids say the cutes things
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