We have been longer than our kids have been on this earth.
They know when we pick up our huge produce sack every week it is from the farm.
We are fairly Farm to Table here, I suppose.
Yesterday, I was eating lunch with the kids.
Peyton asks me, "did daddy go fishing?"
"Did daddy fish for tuna?"
Uh, I don't think he's ever been tuna fishing, babe.
But I'm not sure. You'll have to ask him.
Extremely confused, he demands,
"Then where did this tuna come from?!!"
A can. From the grocery store... You know, the place we buy food at every week?
He doesn't answer & appears puzzled as he continues to eat his mysterious lunch.
We ain't vegetarian. And we ain't hunters.
And yet, somehow, he was shocked over all this.