So I have been a vegetarian since I was a senior in college, waaaay back in the eighties, and the children have always been vegetarians. Back when they were infants, I negotiated with the Sober Husband that we would raise them as vegetarians until they were old enough to decide for themselves, and they decided for themselves that they are passionate about vegetarianism. They have never intentionally eaten meat and can be quite judgmental. I am not the alpha vegetarian in my home; my slips with seafood are quite sternly viewed (I have never eaten birds or mammals willingly, but I have had my moments of cheating with a lobster or crab).
The Sober Husband never wanted to be a vegetarian and was quite cranky over my vegetarianism. I remember a vicious fight where he complained how much my being a vegetarian impacted him and how it was a blight on his life. I thought that was rich coming from a man who lived off tortilla chips and ramen when I met him, but my viewpoint was ignored. But as the years went by and the children's viewpoints hardened, he became more compliant. He now often says he is a vegetarian.
However, today he was busted. I got an email receipt telling me he'd bought a turkey croissant at a cafe. When he got home, I tipped him off that he'd been busted. He played dumb at first but then copped to it. "It was the only savory thing they had."
I gave him a hard time. "You ate a dead bird. Would you eat the fat bird?", I said, referring to his Amazon parrot.
"If it died," he said practically.
I consider my wife and kid fair game if they were to precede me in death.
Hope you're doing okay.
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