I was grocery shopping this morning in the meat section and a little girl, about 8 years old, asked her mother "Mommy, when our doggies die, do we have to eat them?"
Mom answered, "Not in the United States, honey."
Little girl, "Goody, I'm so glad!"
And off they went. It was good to see they both knew where there meat comes from.
On the crazy chicken stuff, DH will not touch a live chicken. Eggs are fine and he will eat the meat, just won't touch them live.