Right out of the blue Cass spoke up.
"Mom? So is this a real dead chicken I'm eating?"
Crap. So THIS was the next parenting hurdle I hadn't prepared for, huh?
I waited, mind suddenly racing. Why DID we eat chickens? Why was it okay to eat them and not, say, the cats? Why was it okay at all? Where did I stand on this?
Why hadn't I thought about this before?
He was quiet for a moment, moving his food around on his plate. I could almost see the questions forming.
"Can I have the other leg?"
I'm certain this isn't the last I'll hear about this.
But it gives me a small respite where I can work on a better answer than "Because they taste good."