7:30 PM, LK’s room, the bottom bunk. LK has lined her stuffed animals in a row at her feet and I’m reading Laura Ingall Wilder’s “Little House in the Big Woods.”
Me, reading: “Ma’s big butcher knife was already sharpened and Uncle Henry brought Aunt Polly’s butcher knife.”
LK: “Wait, wait, wait wait, wha, wha, whaaat?”
LK: “Are they going to kill a pig?”
LK: “Wh, wh, wh, why?”
LK looks near tears.
Me: “They want the meat to eat.”
LK looks uncertain.
Me: “Did you know bacon comes from pigs?”
LK’s bottom lip begins to quiver.
Me: “Yes. So to get bacon a pig has to be killed. But you don’t have to eat bacon if you don’t want to.”
LK: “Oh. I like bacon. START READING AGAIN NOW!”
Me: “Then Laura ran and hid her head on the bed and stopped her ears with her fingers…”
LK: “I REALLY like bacon. I like this book. They’re getting BACON.”
Conflicted, yet unwilling to give up bacon. She’s definitely my daughter.
Next post: LK visits a slaughter house.