Last night, Sean and I were having a discussion about food and somehow or another, we got off on the subject of things he used to eat when he was a baby.
I told him about the two-ounce bottles that he used to drink from when he was first born and then later the little jars of food.
He was fascinated by the concept of little jars of food.
“Yes,” I said, “Back in the day, you used to eat all kinds of food, even meat! I used to feed you meat and fruit and veggies from itty bitty jars.”
“Meat? What kind of meat?” he asked. Here we go again with the meat I thought.
“Well there was beef and ham,” I said, “and lamb and chick…”
“Lamb? You fed me lamb?” he asked, appalled.
“Yes. And you liked it. And there was chick….”
“Did you feed me the fur?”
“Um, no, I didn’t feed you the fur.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or wretch at the idea of feeding my child lamb fur out of a jar.
And then I changed the subject to vegetables so I wouldn’t have to tell him how the furless lamb got in the jar.