Whole family's in the car for a drive to the fine local Wal-Market establishment. Everyone who has kids knows how those drives are. Questions from almost angle coming in rapid fire. I'm used to this. I pride myself in having an answer, no matter how deep in my butt I have to reach to find it. Only if I'm grouchy will I resort to the "ask your mother", but since she was there with us that one was off the table already. Then the curveball question from "H-E double-hockey sticks" happens.
My son (age 6) says: "What do people taste like?"
O.O
It's not what you think. Our son is a nice, quiet boy. Never gets into trouble. He's also very helpful and whatnot. CRAP!!! That's like every episode of "Unsolved Mysteries"!! It's the quiet guy that end up having a cellar full of human rump roasts! Don't eat those cocktail wieners!
Ok, yes I'm being silly, but it definitely was a WTF type question. My wife bobbed and weaved with the "correct" answers, that people don't do that because other people would miss that person, we only eat animals X, Y, and Z because of our need for protein, and yes there are weird countries that eat animals not on the normal lists, but that's ok for them to do for some reason. I wanted to say "because they're heathens", but I was too busy blurting out the 1st thing that came to me:
Me: "Well, I think women taste like Long John Silvers, just without that malt vinegar."
I could actually feel my face cooking from my wife's death ray glare. She's a peach. :)
Trying to pull it back on track, my wife says "what are some good sources of protein to keep us healthy?" My 4 year old, obviously having missed that entire conversation due to distractions caused by magic squirrels in her pocket, shouts "we buy it at Wal-Mart!"
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