Do you ever wish you could have dinner at my house?
Tonight I baked potatoes for dinner. Lilly’s favorite, Aiden on the other hand usually turns up his nose and asks where the rest of dinner is when we have potatoes. So I made a hot dog special just for him (his favorite.) He’d just sat down at the table next to his sister as I was busy placing potato fixin’s on the table, when he asked me, “Mom. What kind of hot dogs are these?” “Oscar Meyer – Is that okay with you Aiden?”
“I mean are they meat?” (Long pause) (One time Lilly told me that she could only eat chicken nuggets because she just couldn’t eat animals anymore – So I proceeded with great caution) “Well yes son, hot dogs are meat.”
Now Aiden without the least bit of detectable witticism and a small voice said, “we eat animal weenies?”
Luckily my back happened to be turned to my son as he questioned me about the origin of the meat for hot dog weenies. I kept my back turned (to conceal my amusement) and explained what “meat” was probably in a hot dog. (hmmm)
He ate his weenie and we ate our potatoes. He even discussed his preference for a plain weenie or perhaps a weenie with just cheese – but not ketchup, mustard, pickles or chili.
I, on the other hand don’t think that I can eat a hot dog weenie for a while (with a straight face at least.)