Morals

And then I cut it up. I was eight years old, talking to my mom in the kitchen.

"How long have you been researching this decision?" Mom asked.

"Just every Tuesday, when you drop Hamish and me off at the library. I wondered where meat came from, and I found a whole section of books explaining it. I decided I don't morally agree with it, so I'm not going to eat meat anymore."

"Okay," Mom said. "Let's see how long this lasts..."