Bacon, I wish I could quit you

A few months ago while reading Ally one of her favorite stories at the time- a book about the Arctic Food Chain (oh the curse of having science dorks for parents), Ally decided that she herself no longer wanted to eat animals. As the seals and whales did.

I having once been a vegetarian myself, supported her decision and did the best I could to accommodate this need. Well, it soon came to light that she didn't fully comprehend the concept of what not eating animals meant, I continued to feed her the little furry creatures but disguised them with clever names like burgers, hot dogs and bacon. I'm so sneaky.

I'm going to need to stop reading her books. They keep giving her ideas... Tonight while reading another book about a vegetarian vampire who is addicted to candy, Ally once again pointed out her need to be a vegetarian. I being less sneaky, pointed out that this would be fine, but that she would no longer be able to eat burgers, hot dogs or bacon. This idea seemed okay for a page or two, and than she began to cry. Big hysteric crying.

She turned to me with a face of pain and concern: " I don't want to be a vegetarian if I can't eat bacon!"

I held her close, and sighed a sigh of relief, now knowing that despite the blond hair and fair skin, she is indeed my child. As I too, can't quit you bacon.