The kids and I were driving along playing the alphabet road game. It’s one of a variety of games that keeps m̶e̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶l̶e̶t̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶l̶o̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶s̶h̶i̶t̶ them stimulated and entertained, because in Australia there’s so much space that it takes forever to even drive to the corner shop.
“What’s something that starts with A?” asked my daughter.
“Apple!” “Ant!” “Angel!” we all chorused.
“How about B?”
Everything was going ok until we got to K. ‘King’ was offered up, and then there was a stumped silence.
“Ok…” I said. “What about a baby thing that’s fluffy and says meow?”
“And how about something with a long tail that flies in the sky?”
“Ooh, I have one!” said my daughter. “What’s something you have to do to animals before you cook them into yummy dinners?”
“Kill! Kill!” joyfully shouted my son.
I don’t know whether to be proud of their pragmatism or book them in to see a child psychologist. At any rate, it’s probably time we started eating more tofu.