Monday, March 8, 2010
Homage to meat
I think it's fair to say Sidamo is no longer just experimenting with the idea of eating meat; he's jumping into the big old meat pile with mouth wide open. The other day, for instance, he asked to make a collage. We gave him paper, scissors, glue, and a stack of newspaper. Above is what he came up with.
A few weeks ago I took him to the aquarium on a special mommy-Damo date. On the car ride home, he was uncharacteristically quiet. I asked what he thought of the fish. He answered, "I'm wondering why we never get to eat them." That week I bought some salmon and we all ate it for dinner. (As an aside, I think Nora will not be far behind Sidamo on the meat train: She devoured her little bit of salmon and then ate all of mine. I've never seen her eat so much, so quickly, so enthusiastically.)
Since Friday, Sidamo has asked for a turkey sandwich for lunch every day. Greg is a little addicted to the turkey sandwich, so we always have sliced turkey in the fridge. I have obliged Sidamo's requests. The first day, he only finished about 3/4 of his sandwich before he was ready for his nap. He begged me not to throw it away. "I'll have it for snack," he said. "And if Daddy comes home before I wake up, don't let him eat it. You have to pretect [that's how he pronounces "protect"] my meat from Daddy!"
Today, as he was eating his turkey sandwich, he asked if I'd buy him some chicken so he could have chicken-turkey sandwiches. Because four days in, one kind of poultry just isn't cutting it anymore.
So despite the fact that I can't honestly say whether he really understands the animal-meat connection, I'm letting him take this in whatever direction he wants. And that direction seems to be a beeline toward the meat aisle.