When D3 was born I insisted that I was going to raise her as a vegetarian. For the first few months no one gave me much trouble, except in theory. I suppose it is possible that the lack of conflict was due to the fact that her life was sustained by milk alone for those first few months.
However, as she grew, we naturally starting adding solids to her diet. And the pressure from my family to let her decide whether or not to be a vegetarian for herself increased. I argued that I could raise her to smoke cigarettes too and when she is older, let her decide for herself if she wanted to be a smoker or not. That logic, to me seemed perfectly sane, and yet the reasoning escaped DH and my childrens' thought processes entirely.
When D3 was 1 year-old, DH "accidentally" fed her a chicken nugget. When I found out I was furious. However, with increased pressure, I soon relented and let them feed her animal flesh. Her diet has increasingly deteriorated from there.
However, I had not realized to what degree the deterioration had occurred until I went to fill a prescription at Rite Aid via the drive through. Or at least I attempted to fill the prescription.
D3 was settled comfortably in the back seat of the car, when we pull up in the covered drive-thru lane. I believe it was the shade for the overhead cover that first alerted her to something a little abnormal in our errand running afternoon. Then she heard me roll down the window as the outside traffic noise became more apparent.
"I wan fwen fwies!" she yelled.
"Hello?" the pharmacist asked.
"I wan fwen fwies!" she repeated.
"Hi," I began, "I'd like-"
"I wan fwen fwies!!"
"Sorry. I'm needing to-"
"I wan fwen fwies!!!"
"I came from the doctor's office and I have a -"
"Fwen fwies!!!!" "I wan fwen fwies!!!!"
"Um..." I briefly contemplated my limited options.
"I WAN FWEN FWIES!"
"You know what? I'll come back, in a few minutes-"
"FWEN FWIES! I WAN FWEN FWIES!!!!" She continued. All the way to McDonald's.
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