Last night, just as we had tucked the kids into bed, the doorbell rang. I answered it. There was a young man in a rumpled suit who wanted to know if we were interested in receiving a sample of meat. Huh? Ummm....and....ew? I don't usually accept raw meat from strangers, so I thought I'd make it easy and tell him we don't eat meat. As I was closing the door Jem cried out from his bed "WAIT! MEAT IS MY FAVOURITE!"
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Violet: Mom, I'm not going to murder someone because I'm going to jail or I'm a bad person. It's just because all that blood...yuck, y'know. It just makes me feel grossed out.
