Today, for the first time this season, Mike went pheasant hunting. He hasn't been able to go much this year because either he was sick, I was sick, or we were out of town. He was excited to go today but before he even got on the road, so many things went wrong that when he called me on the way he declared it, "The worst day of his life so far." After admitting he was exaggerating a bit (although the day did suck) he was on his way. The hunting excursion ended on a high note though as he brought a bird home.
Karl stayed home sick today so he wasn't too interested, but the girls had to keep taking a peek. Aine really wanted to see the bird's eyes so I opened them. Well, she did not like this at all, in fact, she wouldn't go into the kitchen, close to the bird until I shut them. Once Mike removed the feet, she wrinkled her nose and was done in the kitchen. Abby, Aine, and myself all went out to the living room and Aine immediately told me that, "I don't like to eat the bird Mommy." Once she said this, I had to tell her all sorts of interesting things which, I think, may have turned my daughter temporarily vegetarian. "Do you like hot dogs Aine? Do you like hamburgers?" And then I would tell her about pigs, and cows, and chickens. After each comment she would wrinkle her nose and say, "I don't like to eat cows Mommy - we don't eat the cows!" I was having too much fun watching her faces and listening to her comments that I perhaps wasn't the best Mommy. Later on, as I dished up a plate of roast and Aine sat quizzically looking at her dinner I realized that perhaps I had gone too far for my little three year old. "Are we eating the cow now Mommy, I don't like to eat the cow."
Aine didn't eat supper tonight.
Maybe I should tell her chocolate is from puppy dogs or kitty cats and she will stop sneaking all the treats out of the candy jars...or not.