You know your child is a vegetarian when…

The other day Gigi and I had a conversation that went something like this:

Me: Hey Gigi!  Guess what?  You get to decide what we’re having for dinner on the night of your birthday!  We can even go to a restaurant!  Any place you want!

Gigi: Really?  I can choose anything?  Whatever I want?

Me: Really, an-y-thing.  (I, of course, am thinking she’ll opt for a restaurant and we can cash in one of her many free birthday dinner coupons and I won’t have to cook.)

Gigi: Mmmm… I want mashed potatoes!  And Gravy!

Me: (Dangling the carrot hopefully) Really?  You wouldn’t rather go to Red Robin for their milky mac and cheese?   That sounds pretty good!

Gigi: (Ignoring my suggestion) OH!  And can we get that thing we get on Thanksgiving?  The thing that looks like a CD?

Me: Looks like a CD?!?  Is it food?

Gigi: You know, It is like meat but not meat.  We eat it when everyone else eats a turkey.  It is brown and like a ball with stuff inside that only you like?

Me: Tofurkey?  Do you mean tofurkey?  (The stuff inside is the stuffing)

Gigi: YEAH!  Tofurkey!  Oh, that sounds so good, Mama!  Can we have that?

Me: Really?  If that is what you really want…

Gigi: Yes!  That is what I REALLY want!  Mashed potatoes, gravy and Tofurkey!  Oh!  My birthday is going to be so good!

So that’s it.  I was amazed that out of all the things she could choose, it was Thanksgiving dinner.  When I mentioned that we would also have some broccoli to go with it she told me, “You can but I’m not.  It’s my birthday after all.”  On Sunday we drove all over Snohomish County and parts of King county in search of the elusive Tofurkey.  When we finally found one at Central Market, we purchased two because, you know, Thanksgiving IS coming up.


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