Automatic Vegetarian

I was pretty sure Helena was a vegetarian. That was, until, she saw my "Parisian" sandwich from Pastoral this past weekend. And it was shortly thereafter that she was devouring nearly all of the ham from my baguette. This from a child who essentially won't touch meat. I was flabbergasted.

"Look at this child eating ham!"

"I know," says Denver, "she loves it."

"Just don't tell her where it comes from."

"She won't care, she'll just be like 'moooo' while she eats it and she'll laugh."

At this point I pause, wondering if I've lapsed in my listening and comprehension skills.

Denver continues, "Yeah, you know, I can point to cows now and be like- 'yummy, ham!'"

Now it was time to interject.

"You do know where ham comes from, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Ok."

And after 5 years of matrimony, I've learned to leave it at that.