Flying W Things

The other day at dinner, Claire was talking about pigs.

She was telling me that she didn't really want to have a pig living in our back yard, as it would make a mess and dig up all the pretty flowers. (Apparently this had been discussed earlier, and she had her position well thought out.) After this little speech she threw in an enthusiastic "but if we did have a pig we would get bacon!"

I was a little concerned that she thought pigs give bacon the way cows give milk and so I asked "Claire, do you know how you get bacon from pigs?"

Claire: "Yes, daddy. You have to slobber them."
Me: "Slaughter. That's right, you have to slaughter them."

I almost left it there but decided to clarify once again. "Claire, do you know what slaughter means?" She looked me in the eye and said "You kill it." Very matter-of-fact.

There you go. At least they don't have any illusions about where meat comes from.