This is a fun little piece I wrote for the hell of it, about my son being vegetarian as a consequence of his parents being that way. It is too long for the blog, so below are the first few paragraphs and a link to where you can read it in full. I encourage you to click over and see the rest….

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How are you a vegetarian but don’t yet know it? When you are my four-week-old son. During the other day’s spectacular crying fit, my wife remarked that he may have just found out.

When your mommy and daddy are veggy-tarians, you won’t graduate from breast milk to mashed carrots and peas to bologna sandwiches. It’s not that we are intent to deprive him of the meat most children enjoy tremendously (including both my nephews who do not let me hear the end of how their plates are void of vegetables). No, it’s just that we subscribe to certain ethics and I won’t buy or consume meat. Thus, vegetarian, son, I’m afraid you will be – at least for a while.

When not muddied with fatigue, my mind wonders about how this will play out down the road. What will happen when he carries his first handsome birthday party invitation home from school? I guarantee my first thought won’t be about how exciting it is for my first born to strap on a cowboy hat and go to his very first invite-only social gathering. It will instead be this: before cake at such gatherings tends to come hotdogs, hamburgers, pepperoni pizza.

What then do I do?

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