would you like otter with that?

As a hunter, I've made a point to make sure Bekah understands what meat is and where it comes from (which has lead to some interesting discussions we've discussed in the past).

Today we were eating lunch at Grandpa and Grandma Scott's house. They had ordered some racks of pork ribs which were set on the table in a large order-out tray. As we were eating, Rebekah looked thoughtfully at the long, skinny, brown racks of ribs.

She asked, "Are we having otter?"

Andrea and I both looked at her. "What?"

"Otter... is that otter? Are we eating otter?"



Actually, there is some resemblance. The funniest part is, Bekah didn't seem to have a problem with the idea of us eating otter. She'd already done quite a bit of work on her helping.