My daughter does not eat meat. With the exception of well-done bacon, she refuses to eat meat of any kind.
As a result, I often ask her if she would like a chicken sandwich or a cheeseburger, loving the way she says, “No thank you!” or “I don’t eat the chickens, Daddy!” and secretly hoping that someday, she will say, “Yes, please!”
Today I decided to get silly. I asked her if she would like a triceratops sandwich.
“Don’t be silly, Daddy.”
“How about a giraffe on a hotdog bun?” I asked.
“No!”
“Would you like a hippopotamus melt?”
“No, thank you!”
“How about an elephant sandwich?” I asked.
She paused for a moment before saying, “Okay, Daddy.”
I tried to explain that I was kidding, but she spent the next five minutes insisting upon an elephant sandwich before I finally managed to distract her with toy.
Apparently my daughter is willing to give elephant meat a try. I’m not sure how to feel about this.
