My mom, just yesterday, proudly reminded me that she tried to get me to eat asparagus by saying it was “people grass.” I said I still didn’t understand how that was supposed to make me want to eat it. She said, “Well, the dog would go out and eat grass, so I told you asparagus was grass for PEOPLE.” I said, “Mom, the dog ate grass to make itself puke.”
Sorry for the weirdnesses about what the site looks like at the moment. There was an upgrade, I guess, so now I have to figure out how to fix what the upgrade did.
Hmm. There seem to be glitches in the matrix. Stay tuned for this evening, when I break this whole website and end up being taken away sobbing and pantsless.
When I was about eleven I accidentally ended up being the person who finally told my across-the-street neighbor, who was about seven or eight, that meat came from animals. I don’t know if his parents had been deliberately lying to him, or just doing a great job of dodging the question. It was awkward.