Here’s a transcript of a conversation I had with Kade over a roast beef lunch:
“Mom, am I eating a cow?”
“Yes, honey. You are.” (At this point I’m just hoping he doesn’t start wigging out).
“This isn’t one of the cows from the Farmpark, though…right?” (Oh lord, now he thinks he’s eating one of his beloved bovines [...]

because I don’t serve them meals on disposable, landfill-crowding, ridiculously expensive, paper plates. Instead, I’m spending time doing dishes when I could be running through the sprinkler, painting Liv’s finger-nails, and cuddling on our porch-swing.

Are you kidding me? Let’s sell something that is bad for the environment and bad for the budget by tapping [...]