It's no secret that Holden is the pickiest eater on the planet. He refuses to eat dinner approximately 5 nights out of 7. I'm trying to put my foot down on this and NOT be a short order cook. Eat what I cook or don't eat at all. I do put out something I know he'll like with each meal - strawberries, apples, something like that. Often that is all he eats. Tonight I'll claim a small victory in that he didn't just try his homemade talapia fish sticks, he actually ate 3 bites (after I told him it was a dinosaur - it did look like one).
ANYWAY, so he's not eating anything but his berries at first. So the conversation goes:
me: Holden are you going to be a vegetarian?
me: Who knows what a vegetarian is?
J: ME! It's a doctor for animals!
Shawn and I bust out laughing but try to hide that laugh so Jackson won't think we're making fun of him.
me: No, close, a veteranarian is a doctor for animals, a vegetarian is someone who doesn't eat meet. So are you going to be a vegetarian Holden?
H: No, I'm going to be a teacher.
More of Shawn and I trying to disguise our full on gut busting. Best. Dinner. Conversation. Ever.